Ruby POV

He stood in the doorway watching me, the words still hanging in the quiet air between us.

“Next time you come, it’s going to be on my cock or not at all.”

I stayed against the edge of the table a few more seconds, breathing hard, skirt still bunched around my waist, the unfinished ache between my legs sharp and relentless. The anger had not disappeared. It had simply changed into something hotter and more deliberate, something that made my throat dry and my pulse sit heavy under my skin. I straightened slowly, smoothed the fabric down with steady hands, and looked straight at him across the short...