Slay (Storm MC 4)

We drove to Donovan’s warehouse in silence. I sensed Annie’s nervousness and fought my instinct to try to take it away for her. She had to learn to cope with it herself. God, being a real mother must be so damn hard; fighting that need to make it all better for your child would do my head in.

One of Donovan’s men met us at the door and took us up to him. When we arrived at his office, he was on the phone and had his back to us as he stared out the window. I let my gaze roam over his body. He wore his signature jeans, black t-shirt and heavy boots. As he spoke, he waved his hand in the air and I watched his arm and back muscles flex while he did that.

Oh god.

He’d left my bed at seven this morning after fucking me for an hour, and I needed him again.

He turned and caught me checking him out. Grinning at me, he ended his call and walked to where I was. He reached for me and pulled me close so he could press a kiss to my lips. “Fuck, I need you again,” he growled in my ear.

“God, baby, don’t say that to me when you can’t do anything about it,” I complained, pulling away from him.

He let me go, but I suspected it would have been a different story if Annie hadn’t been in the room. Turning, he gave her a smile. “You all ready?” he asked. I loved the way he was with her; soft and caring. It was like he knew she needed that rather than the harshness the rest of the world showed her.

Nodding, she said softly, “Yes.”

He turned his attention back to me for a moment. “Stay here, okay? I’ve got something to tell you when I come back.” His voice was gravelly, and I figured he didn’t have something to tell me as much as he had something to give me.

I raised my brows at him. “Where else would I go, baby?” I asked, sweetly, in the way I knew drove him wild.

Desire flashed in his eyes, and he gave me a quick shake of his head before leading Annie out of the office.

I waited for him on the couch in his office. He’d worn me out the last few nights with his marathon sex sessions, and my body craved sleep. I curled up on the couch and rested my head on the arm. Donovan woke me with a gentle kiss. My eyes flew open to find him crouched down in front of me, a smile on his face.

“Tired?” he asked, as he ran his hand over my waist.

“Yeah, someone keeps me up all hours.”

He lifted his brows in that sexy way of his. “I bet he’s worth it, though. Bet he knows what he’s doing.”

“I’m still not sure. I think he needs some more time to prove hi

mself.”

His hand gripped me hard around the waist, and he stole a rough kiss. “He’d be happy to work on that now.”

Yes.

I pulled his face back to mine and kissed him again. When I ended it, I asked, “Did you really have something to tell me?”

“Yeah. I’ve found someone to replace Damian if you’re still looking.”

“Absolutely. Who is it?”

“My father’s wife.”

Confused, I asked, “What?” Surely, I couldn’t have heard that right.

“Marcus’s wife, Sharon, is looking for a job, and I think she’d fit right in at your place; besides, she’s had plenty of experience working a bar and dealing with assholes. She came to see me a little while ago, and we’ve been in touch since. I think she’s finally thinking about leaving him, and I’m encouraging her in that.”

My man amazed me. “Do you have any idea how fucking wonderful you are, Donovan?”

He scowled. “No, I’m not. I’m just trying to help a woman who has no fucking idea how to help herself.”

I smiled and kissed him. “And that’s what makes you wonderful. Now, shut up and fuck me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice.

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