“Tessa, open the damn door,” he said, slamming his fist against it. He wasn’t above kicking her door open.

There were plenty of rooms in the house for her to stay in.

Running a hand down his face, he was pissed off.

The new leader of the cartels wanted to give him the runaround, and he wasn’t interested in price bidding for land. Not to mention Benedict had arranged a meeting with a fucking trafficker, which pissed him off.

“What do you want?” Tessa asked, opening the bedroom door before he could slam his fist against it again.

“Why are you not at the library?”

She wore a pair of pajamas, and damn it, she looked sexy as fuck. His cock stirred at the sight of her.

“Why should I be at the library? You think you can talk to someone like that and then for everything to be okay?”

He wouldn’t talk to her with the door separating them. Pushing it open, he stepped inside and glared at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, stepping back.

“I was talking to a guy today that would tear your fucking flesh from your bones. I don’t want him to know about you or to get close to you. You’re not my boss, Tessa. I gave you an instruction.”

“My job description is nanny. Not even for your kids. You don’t get to boss me around.”

He reached out, grabbing her, slamming her against the door. He took hold of her hands, pressing them above her head. “Oh, yeah, and who is going to stop me, Tessa? I can do what I like, when I like. I wasn’t going to put you in danger. Not after I’ve done everything I can to keep you out of it.”

“I don’t want to argue.”

He stared down at her. Her chest heaved with each indrawn breath, the hard buds of her nipples pressing against the front of her shirt.

She was so close that all it would take was for him to cup her tit to feel her. He wondered if she wore any panties beneath her pajama shorts.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said.

“This is my house.”

She wasn’t fighting him to get out. Her gaze was on him, on his lips. He saw the need in her eyes even as she tried to fight it. There was nothing to fight, nothing.

He leaned in close.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He didn’t tell her.

Taking her lips beneath his, he kissed her hard, her fingers locking with his as he deepened the kiss. Sliding his tongue between her sweet lips, he tasted her. She stroked her tongue against his, and he released one of her hands to sink his fingers in her hair, to hold her against him.

She let out a whimper, and it was sheer fucking torture.

Pressing his cock against her stomach, he let her other hand go to grip her ass tightly, squeezing the plump flesh through the fabric of her pajamas.

This was exactly how he imagined her.

So perfect and right against his body.

She let out a sweet little gasp, and the sound drove him crazy. Running circles across her ass, he stroked down, cupping her knee to draw her leg over his hip. Rocking his cock against her pussy, he wanted nothing more than to tear their clothes off, to feel her riding his dick as he slid in deep.

There wouldn’t be any condoms either. He wanted to feel her silken cunt wrapped around him.

Breaking from the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, sucking on her pulse.