Teaching Rowan (Claimed 2)

I grab her before she can scoot away from me, pulling her closer. "I want you to move in with me," I whisper in her ear. "I want us racing each other to get home, desperate to share all the details about our days before I feed you and fuck you. I want your shit mixed all up with my shit, all the time."

Her body melts against mine. When she turns to look at me, her expression is soft, so full of hope and love and a million other emotions that make me feel like a fucking king.

"You want me to move in with you?" she asks, her voice shaking.

"Yes." I smile at her, skim the back of my hand down the side of her round cheek. "Nothing about us is going to change just because we're not sneaking around the halls of Commodore anymore, little owl. You're still going to be my Paradise. I'm still going to be your man. We won't get to have lunch together every day like we have been, and you won't be able to sneak into my office for kisses at the end of the day, but the way I feel about you isn't going to change."

"Me either," she whispers.

I press my lips to her forehead. "Then we're on the same page, Paradise."

"I'll move in with you."

"Yeah?"

She nods, the worry in her eyes dissolving, replaced by the happiness I'm used to seeing. She wears her joy with radiance. It's so goddamn beautiful. Jesus, I can't wait until I have her striped bare tonight so I can tell her how fucking much I love her.

I kiss her forehead again and then her lips, lingering there for a moment. She giggles, her breath washing across my face.

"What's so funny?"

"Rick Murphy is going to be so happy when you're not glaring at him from across the lunchroom table next week," she says, burying her face in my throat. Her body shakes with her laughter.

I narrow my eyes, annoyed as soon as I hear his name. "I wouldn't glare at him if he'd keep his fucking eyes off you. Every time I look up, he's looking at you. It's pissing me off." Shit. And now I won't be there to keep him from looking at her. "Maybe I should extend my visit to Commodore."

"Sebastian." She laughs. "You can't do that."

"I told you before, I make the rules now, little owl," I growl, digging my fingers into her side to tickle her. "I can do whatever the fuck I want, especially when it comes to you."

She squeals with laughter, drawing the eyes of several other nearby diners.

They all smile as she tries to wiggle away from me, as spellbound by her as I am. It's hard not to be. She has the biggest, brightest personality of anyone I've ever met before. I can't even really be mad at Rick Murphy for being captivated by her. It's hard not to be when she's so perfect.

"I take it back!" she cries, nearly sliding off the bench into the floor.

I snag her around the waist and haul her back up, cutting off her laughter with a hard kiss.

My phone vibrates in my pocket before I can get carried away with it. I grumble wordlessly and pull the phone out to see Leslie Holland's name flashing across the display.

"Gotta take this," I mutter to Rowan, snagging her plate from the other side of the table and dropping it in front of her so she can finish eating her sandwich

"Thanks," she says, smiling at me.

"Where are you?" Leslie asks as soon as I answer the phone.

"At lunch. Why?"

"I need to see you," she says. "How soon can you get to my office?"

I pull the phone away from my ear to look at the time. "I need to drop Rowan off. Then it'll take me an hour to make it across the city to you. Why? What's up? What do you have?"

"Something I believe you've been looking for," she says. "I'll explain when you get here. Hurry up."

She hangs up on me before I can get anything else out of her.

I huff out a curse, shaking my head. She's lucky she's one of my favorite people, because I think she fucks with me just because she knows I'll let her get away with it. She's more like a mother to me than my own mother was. But my curiosity is definitely piqued now. I'm guessing she found something on Johnson that'll allow us to deal with him without needing the teachers at Commodore to come forward. At least I hope that's what she has for me.

"Leslie?" Rowan guesses before I can say anything.

"Yeah, she needs me at her office." I worry my lip between my teeth. "I'm not sure how long it will take me. I'm guessing I'll be tied up until after the board meeting. Will you be all right by yourself at the house until I get there?"

"I'll be fine," she promises, dabbing at her mouth with her napkin before she wipes her hands and drops the napkin onto her plate. She ate most of her sandwich. "I need to stop at my house and take care of a few things. I may swing by and check on Lisa and Gia tonight too."

"You still have the garage opener?" I gave her my spare one the other day so she could park in the garage. It was raining out. I didn't want her getting wet.

"It's in my car."

I pull my wallet out and toss several bills down on the table before nudging her gently to get her moving. She slides across the seat before popping up to adjust her pants. My dick gets hard when she slides her hands down her ass, making sure everything is all straight. A memory of her on her hands and knees with that ass in the air and her hand tangled around my fist slams into me.

I grind my teeth together, trying to fight back the wave of pure fuck lust that swarms through me at the memory. I came so hard I almost blacked out. If I didn't get her pregnant Tuesday or Wednesday, I definitely did when I took her from behind last night.

Tucking my wallet back into my pocket, I snag her hand, pulling her close to me. She cuddles up against me, seemingly content, as we head outside. If any of her earlier worries remain, not a hint of them show on her face. She's all smiles, those devastating dimples on full display.

Once we reach the truck, I spin her around to face me. As soon as she tips her head back, a question in her eyes, I pounce, my mouth slashing down to meet hers. I kiss her hard and deep, devouring her sweet mouth until we're both breathing heavy and my cock throbs for relief.