“There’s such a thing as a crime exception. We know about the previous criminal activity as well as plans for continued criminal activity—i.e., tax evasion. We are within our rights to hand that information over to the authorities.” I watched with barely contained glee as the realization of her own foolishness sunk in. “So, I would think twice before doing anything with that drive. There’s more than one head on the block.” I looked around at the very opulent room. “It would be a crying shame if all this went away.” I gave her a cold smile.
She looked absolutely taken aback. She backed away from me as if seeing me for the first time. I could see her preconceptions about the person I was shattering around her. Then she gave me the ghost of a smile. “If I wasn’t so pissed off, I’d be impressed with your nerve, Robbie.”
“Southport is my home. It’s where I live and work. There’s nothing for you here.” I didn’t say the obvious ‘get out of town’ but it was there in between my words.
“You’ve given me a lot to think about.” She cleared her throat. “I guess dinner is out of the question.”
“I don’t want to ever see you again, Tiffany. I mean it.” I turned my back on her and headed for the door. Ready to forget about everything but my future.
With Skylar.
Chapter Thirteen
Skylar
“Hey there, sleepyhead.” I felt his lips on my face before opening my eyes. It was the first time Robert had slept over and I realized that he was a bit of a bed hog. My double bed wasn’t nearly as comfortable or spacious as his king. Particularly since the man took up most of the space, leaving me on the edge with a sliver of the pillow.
“We need to work on your blanket sharing skills,” I muttered, rolling over. I opened one eye to see it was after ten. “Shit.” I sat up, forgetting that I was naked. Not really caring that I was naked, which was a first. I had never slept without pajamas. Not even when I was dating Mac. But with Robert, I couldn’t bear anything between us, and it seemed he felt the same way. We had to be skin to skin at all times.
“Why are you still here? Don’t you have to get to work?” I asked. I had a mountain of projects to do today. I hated waking up feeling like I was behind already.
“I took the morning off. Rescheduled my meetings. So, there’s nowhere for me to be but here.” He reached out and pulled me to him, covering my mouth with his. I couldn’t help it; I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him push me back onto the bed. He nibbled the underside of my jaw as he fit himself between my legs.
“You’re insatiable,” I chuckled and then groaned as he slowly eased himself inside me. My body had become so used to him. I arched my back as he began to thrust.
“Only for you, Sky. Only ever for you,” he moaned, burying his face in the side of my neck as we moved together. “God, I’m gonna...I need to…”
I felt him release inside me. It didn’t last long this time, but it was amazing just as it always was.
He lifted himself off me and looked down into my face, pushing the hair off my forehead. “You didn’t come. That’s not fair.”
“It’s okay, I feel pretty sated right now.” And it was true.
He frowned and shook his head. “That won’t do.” He slid down the bed, lifting my ass with his hands and his mouth was on my clit.
“Fucking hell!” I screamed as he got me off in a record time of two minutes flat.
When we were both shattered messes, we made our way to the shower, where round two was in order. By the time we were dried and dressed another hour had passed and I was officially way behind.
“I hate to do this—” I started to say.
Robert grinned. “You’re kicking me out so you can get work done. I get it.” He opened the kitchen door letting Edgar back in from his run around the yard. He moved around my house with familiarity as if he had always been there. For a woman who craved her space, I found that I liked it. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy seeing him in my kitchen, making coffee, putting bread in the toaster, pouring food into Edgar’s bowl. He even put fresh water in Morla’s tank.
I drank my coffee, enjoying the domesticity of the moment. Feeling like life was just about perfect. “You never did tell me why you were late last night.”
Robert’s shoulders tensed. “Actually, that’s something I need to talk to you about—” His phone started ringing. He looked down at the screen and frowned. “Shit, that’s the office. Hang on a sec.”