I’m at the office door again in three huge strides keeping her tight against my chest.
She clings to me, her sweet warm breath floating next to my ear and bolts of dangerous sexual energy ripple through my body. “That’s Eddie.”
“Um hum,” I grunt, giving him the stink eye. He’s managed to get himself on all fours and that’s exactly where a bitch like him belongs. “Don’t get up. You stay right down there until we’re out that back door. And if you ever do anything to hurt her again, I’m going to tear out your throat with my teeth. And that includes you thinking you should call the cops. Trust me, you don’t want to do that.”
“Fuck you. I’ll call the fucking cops and you’ll be banged up right where you belong, motherfucker.” Eddie manages to rise to his knees. His bravado is only half-cocked but I can’t believe he’s even this brave.
“You want to call them?” I step forward and watch him flinch. “Sure, you could. But you and I both know that’s not in your best interests, don’t we?” Eddie’s eyes narrow as he grabs a handful of napkins from the top of the desk and wipes the bloody saliva from his chin.
“Magnus, please can we go?” Angel’s hands squeeze my shoulders, making me sigh even through my anger.
“I know you, I know everything. You’re like an open book.” I wag my finger at him. “Why’d your wife leave you, Eddie? Huh? Maybe we should call her and find out.” I taunt him. His eyes are wide, glancing between Cassie’s face and mine.
I know it must look fucking bizarre how I’m carrying her like a doll on my hip, but it’s the most perfect spot and I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. Least of all him.
He licks his lips and falls back on his heels. His chest deflates a bit and he stares at the wall. Anyone that was around her, I did some digging and made sure I knew who they were, and this piece of shit has some background that would not work in his favor if he called the police.
“That’s what I thought.”
I turn to gather Angel a little higher on my hip. Her eyes are darting from me to Eddie, then back as I secure her.
“We’re done here.” Three steps and we are on our way out the office door. And that’s when Eddie barks at us from behind.
“You’re not safe with him, Chastity. Maybe you should find out who he is. The things he’s done!”
A knot tightens inside me as I step up the pace of our retreat. Angel is quiet by my side, but Eddie’s last words scratch in the back of my brain.
We’re in the car and I’m having a very hard time not pulling her over to me and tearing her clothes off. The need that courses through me cannot be contained much longer, and if the way she allowed me to carry her out of that place was any indication, the months of subtle cues and clues about who we are and how we feel about each other simply needs to be unearthed once and for all.
“I guess I’m out of a job.” Angel’s got her hands in her lap and I love that she looks over at me when she says it.
The energy is charged; the inside of the car nearly vibrates in the space between us. The way she’s clasping one hand inside the other, then releasing and doing it again tells me she’s feeling it too.
“Do you really want that job?” I ask.
I want her in my bed, in my house, so that I can take care of her every want, need, and desire, and I’m fairly sure this job will get in the way of my plans. But if she loves it, then I’ll make it right and have a chat with Eddie to be damn sure she is not only secure in her job but that he finds himself new employment elsewhere. Because if she wants to go back to work, I get it, but there is no fucking way that jagoff is going within ten miles of her ever again.
“I don’t mind it. And I have bills to pay. And it could be worse.” She brushes her hands across her forehead, then fusses with the neckline of her rose pink sweater. The way the buttons down the front strain over the swell of her tits has my mouth watering to taste them.
“Okay. Then you don’t work there anymore. You don’t have bills to pay; you don’t need to worry about that now.”
I slip the key into the ignition and roar the Charger to life. I can see her nipples pressing out from the clinging pink fabric and I can’t deny how badly I want to suck those nipples hard and full until my mouth is stuffed with her. I want her innocence around me, and I want to make her filthy with every depraved fantasy I’ve had for the last three months.
I want the world to see the sweet, naive girl, but behind my doors I want her completely at my mercy. Available and greedy for me as I am for her.
“But—”
“Stop.” I turn to her with a harder voice than intended, but suddenly all the waiting has come to a peak and I don’t just want to start at the beginning with her. I put the car into reverse, thinking of where I want to take her.
I don’t want a date. I want a life. And I want it now, with her. “We’ll talk about that later.” I reach over and draw her hand away from her neck where she can’t seem to stop fidgeting.
Her eyes fall from mine, looking everywhere but my direction. I press on the gas, the car inching backwards out of the parking space.
“I want to take you to my family’s house on Lake Sherwood. It’s only twenty minutes from here. Let’s go there and talk. I want to know so much more about you. I want to know everything about you. Would you like that?”
I want to jump right over the impatient, self-conscious beginnings of this and straight into showing her what her new place in the world will be. With me eating her pussy or her between my legs with either her hand or her mouth on my cock.
I want to move her in, but I’ll hold back. Because I have to, for her sake.