Lara (Reynolds Ranch)

“Are you out of your mind? Please take the other company’s offer. Have a good day.” I walk away from the table, ending the video conference call.

“Landon, do you think that’s a good idea?” She has her hand on my arm.

“Remove your hand right now.” She slowly, nervously, releases it. “It’s Mr. Black to you.”

“Sorry, Mr. Black.” I step around her, feeling my temper get the better of me. I’m usually not short with my staff unless necessary, and this feels most undoubtedly necessary. If Lara had walked in and seen her with her hand on me like that, she could have misinterpreted it and I would have lost my woman.

No, scratch that. I wouldn’t have lost her because I would have kidnapped her tiny ass and tied her down to the bed and made her understand that she’s the only one for me, now and forever.

I walk out, and instantly I’m greeted by my future wife. She goes from smiling to frowning. I can’t hide the surprise at seeing her, and then my secretary takes that moment to come out of the conference room. Lara’s entire head turns to her and then back to me. She reads the situation all wrong, like I hoped she wouldn’t.

She begins to turn around, but like a good man, Danny stops her.

“Hold up. Don’t even,” I snarl. “Lara, follow me now. Danny, no one is to interrupt us.”

As soon as the door closes, she starts her shit. “So those are your meetings?”

I grab her and pin her to the door. “Lara, don’t even say bullshit like that right now.”

“Bullshit? You looked like a deer in headlights, and then your hot secretary came out fixing her tiny skirt.”

“First off, I don’t know what she was fixing other than to get her ass fired. I haven’t fucked her and have no intentions of doing so. I’m not cheating on you, and I sure as fuck never will.”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“I’d rather cut off my dick, Lara.”

“I’ll cut it off for you.”

“Good to know, babe. Now, kiss me because I fucking missed you so much.” I slam my mouth onto hers, kissing her desperately. Fingers spear into her hair, tilting her head up so I can address her beautiful neck.

“Landon,” she moans as I lick her pulse.

“Yes, babe,” I answer between kisses.

“I missed you too.”

“I know, but let me see how much.” My hand slides down her shorts that I find too short for my liking. My fingers find her soaking wet pussy, and she moans the second I run them along her seam.

“Bad girl, coming here in tiny motherfucking shorts. It’s like you’re asking for me to kill every living piece of shit with eyes.” I punctuate my sentence with a pinch of her clit.

“I was in the car,” she yelps.

“I don’t give a shit. You went to class in these.” I grip her ass with my other hand and squeeze. She gasps and then hisses when I bite on her bottom lip.

“Get over it.”

“Never. I’m a jealous bastard, and you’re mine. These sexy legs, this tight little pussy barely covered, belongs to me.”

“Then you better take care of it,” she cries out the last part as I hit the right spot, sending her legs shaking.

“How’s that, Lara?”

“Yes, Landon, please don’t stop.” She creams on my fingers, riding my hand as I suck on her neck. “I need you.”

“What do you need? You want to come?”

“I need you inside me.”