He slams the door shut behind me.

Anger radiates off of him, and even though he has his back to me, I know his eyes are twisted shut and he's trying to control his breathing.

"What the fuck was that?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

I cross my arms against my chest. I won't let him intimidate me. He whips around to stare at me, his mouth set in an angry line, his eyes shining with unbridled fury.

"You can say whatever the fuck you want when we're alone, Camden, but you don't disrespect me in front of my employees."

"Employees?" I scoff. "Hitmen, maybe. Employees implies you're running a legal business."

He doesn't respond, just raises an eyebrow at me and sits down in his office chair with a frustrated sigh. I follow him, seating myself on the edge of his desk so that I'm still facing him.

His eyes travel hungrily down my legs. I grab his jaw in my hand to pull his attention back to my face. He smirks at me in response, but it only increases the scowl on my face.

"You can't just drop me for years and expect to be able to boss me around like that. You have no claim on me anymore. No matter what happened between us that night, we were still best friends. For eighteen fucking years. And you couldn't even be bothered to send me a single text or call me just once. So fuck you. Go boss Lily around if you want, but leave me the fuck alone."

The grimace replaces the smirk once again and I know I hit a nerve.

"Don't act like you've been alone all this time. I know about that stupid frat boy that was keeping you warm every night."

He practically growls the words, but I'm too mad to find satisfaction in his jealousy right now.

"Of course you were having me followed!" I snap. "Because even though you couldn't be bothered to say a word to me for six years, you just had to keep tabs on your 'property.'"

His eyes narrow at the air quotes. He leans forward, our faces an inch apart.

"I wanted to make sure you were safe," he mutters darkly.

"You wanted to make sure no one touched what was yours. And what was I supposed to do? Sit around and wait for you to change your mind about me while you fucked my friends? Fuck you, Oliver," I sneer.

"You offering?" He retorts.

Smug bastard. I want to scream at him and put him in his place. Too bad the look on his face is giving my body other ideas.

Feeling bold, I slide off the desk and straddle him. My hands find their way to his hair and our faces are even closer now, our noses brushing against each other.

We're completely sober this time. No drunken night out to excuse our actions, but fuck, I still want him. Without breaking eye contact, I slide one hand out of his hair, down his chest, all the way down to where I'm straddled against him. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, earning myself a devious smile from him.

He grips my waist, letting me take full control. I'm a little surprised he lets me take the lead, but also grateful. He slides his pants and briefs down until they hit the floor with a dull thud before slipping my panties to the side.

We don't bother taking our clothes off- too much time for rational thought- and I slide myself down onto him. We both groan at the contact and his hold on my waist tightens.

I start to move slowly, torturously. I'm proud of myself for the look on his face- the way his jaw slackens and his eyes narrow to slits- proud that I can make him come undone like this even when we're not under the influence.

"Mine," he moans.

His mouth finds its way to my neck. He nips lightly at the skin there with his teeth before sucking on it and covering it with open mouthed kisses. I know he's doing it to leave a mark, to let the world know I'm his, but it feels too good for me to be pissed about it.

"Not yours. I'm not anyone's," I whisper back huskily, letting my head fall back as I do to give him better access to my neck.

I try quicken the pace, but he grips my waist tighter to stop me. He smacks my ass roughly before standing up, never breaking the precious contact between us, and lays me down on the top of his desk as he stands between my legs.

"You. Are. Mine," he growls before slamming into me.