(A/N: In the process of actually writing an entire book on these two, this is just a spin off scene.)
"You almost fucked up the mission. Do you know that? I'm your partner for a reason, Alanna. This shit isn't going to work if you can't learn how to work together with someone!" Ethan yelled at me as we walked into the penthouse we were renting in New York.
"I don't need your shit, Ethan! I quickly fixed my fucking mistake, the mission is still going on, what do you want me to go get a fucking magic wand and rewind time? Huh?" I retorted as we maintained our glare at each other.
"You try this shit again without talking to me about it, and you'll see just exactly what I want you to do." Ethan gritted through his teeth, his usual funny laidback guy act completely gone.
"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?"
"Don't worry about it. Just know you have one more time, Alanna, one more fucking time." He growled out before taking off his bow tie, and throwing his jacket off as he walked towards the kitchen.
I glared at this retreating back, seriously contemplating whether or not I wanted to say something else. My eyes roamed him as he began making himself a drink, his muscles rippling under his shirt as he jaw remained clenched, still seriously pissed off.
He did look hot pissed off....
"What an alcoholic you are, you get mad and you go to fix a drink." I continued to provoke him as I stood there with my arms crossed as he glanced up at me before looking back down.
"Fuck off."
I wanted to fuck and I did want to get off...did I really want to do this right now? Angry sex with my partner?
Yeah, I do.
"No, partner, I won't fuck off. You said we need to communicate and bond, I'm trying to communicate and bond." I stressed as I walked over, taking long strides, before placing my hand flat on the island. "Obviously we have a lot of tension in this partnership, and we need to find a way to get rid of it. I recommend Yoga, getting fit and learning how to control your feelings at the same time? Sign me up—"
"You're really trying me right now, Alanna. I'm even getting the intention, that you may be doing this on purpose." He interrupted me as his blue gaze raked over my cleavage before slowly walking around to my side of the island.
"Maybe getting the intention that you're doing this to get off." His deep voice whispered in my ear as he pressed his muscled chest against my back, before I saw his large hand cover mine that was on the table. "Is that right?"
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about."
Yes he did.
"I know your pussy's soaking at the thought of me bending you over this island and fucking the shit out of you, holding you down, forcing you to take it all."
"In your d—" My sentence was cut off as he unexpectedly bent me over the island, my face against the cold granite as he held me there, his erection pressed up against my ass as he slowly began to rub it against me, making me grow wetter by the second.
"Too be quite honest, I want it as well. But, since you weren't on your best behavior today, I don't know if I want to reward you with that. Or should I? To show you what to look forward too if you act right?" His hand slid down the curve of my back to my ass.
"Don't move."
He lifted my dress up and ran his large hands over my ass, before going in between my thighs, rubbing the hot area in between them, making me moan as I instantly began to grind against his hand.
