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“What are you doing?”
“Leaving,” I firmly stated.
“No, little one. You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right here where I can protect you.”
“You can’t protect me from everything, Grant.”
“Watch me.”
“What if someone else recognized me at the club last night?”
“They can’t say anything without violating their contract. What happens inside the club stays—”
“Stays inside the club. Yeah, I know all that. But let’s get real, Grant, two million dollars is a lot of money,” I said, impatiently pointing out the obvious. “Plenty for someone tired of working forty hours a week, living paycheck to paycheck, to stop and think…You know what? Screw my membership. I want a new house, a sports car…a boat.”
He and Mack exchanged a grim glance. They didn’t argue, which made my skin crawl even more.
“You’re right.” Grant nodded.
Guiding me back to the table, he helped my into my chair before easing back into his, and pulled out his cell phone.
“Who are you calling?” I asked.
“No one. I’m texting my informant to tell him I won’t be at the meet point.”
Guilt, thick and oily, mixed with the fear and panic pulsing through me, made it even harder to breathe.
“No,” I blurted, gripping his fingers to keep him from typing. “You can’t blow off your meeting to stay here and babysit me.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, darlin’,” he said in a low, controlled growl, lifting my hand off his phone.
Okay, so telling a Dom what to do wasn’t getting me anywhere.
Fine. I could easily change tactics.
“Yes, I know you can. But I’m asking…no, I’mbegging. Please don’t cancel your meeting. Mack has the same SEAL skills as you do, right?”
Grant clenched his jaw and slowly nodded. Yeah, he hated the idea of leaving me alone. But I hated him thinking I was too weak or stupid, to save myself more.
Turning to Mack, I arched my brows. “You’ll be here. You’ll protect me, right?”
“With my life,” he ground between clenched teeth.
“Dammit, Emma. I don’t want to leave you,” Grant roared, unwilling or unable to mask the conflicted emotions clawing through him.
Rising from my chair, I climbed onto his lap and straddled his hips. Ignoring the fact that Mack was sitting right beside us, I cupped Grant’s cheeks and stared into his tormented blue eyes.
“I know you don’t want to leave me. But I’m not a porcelain doll you can keep in a glass case on the shelf. I trustyourtrust in Dalton, Ian, and James to keep their mouths shut. And I trustyourtrust in Mack to keep me safe.”
Grant’s nostrils flared and his chest expanded as he gripped my nape and slammed his mouth over mine. As he plunged his tongue past my lips with a raw, urgent kiss, I tasted the fear, desperation, and the inner war churning inside him. Aching to ease his turmoil, I draped my arms around his neck and melted against his steely frame with a soft moan. His cock—lengthening and straining beneath his jeans—throbbed against my swelling clit and wet core.
“Looks like breakfast is gonna be a little late this morning,” Mack drawled.
Mouths still melded together, and tongues swirling madly, Grant and I silently chuckled before he grudgingly pulled back and ended the kiss.
“Therearemore important things than food, fucker,” Grant snarled with a smirk.
“I know, like meeting your tweaker friend and getting the information you need,” Mack replied with a pointed stare.
