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I’m pretty sure the lads are wondering why I’ve been so lenient on him lately, and it doesn’t help that every time I do snap at Wilks, he shoots me a conniving smirk while zipping his hand over his mouth.
He’s such a goddamn pain in my ass, but one I have to put up with for the time being.
“Are you sure?” She's hardly convinced as she slowly grazes her fingertips along the stubble of my face. Usually, I can’t stand to go a day without a fresh shave, but when Delaney told me she likes how I look with facial hair, I threw away every razor I owned. “I just don’t want people to look at you differently.”
My voice inflates with confusion. “Look atmedifferently? Do you really think I care what people think?”
Her eyes are full of questions. So wide and curious. “I don't know.” She can hardly look at me as she speaks. “Do you?”
“Sunshine…” I tilt her chin upwards, pulling her back in so my lips hover over hers. I can feel her body tense up as I place myself between her thighs, speaking these words against her lips. “I never have…” I speak slowly, forcing her to suck in a breath. “And I never will.”
Our foreheads meet as I place a hand on either side of her thighs, sliding her toward the edge of the desk.
“In fact…” I crouch down, taking a careful amount of time to kiss along her chest and down her body until I reach her thighs. Those legs. Fuck, if I thought the way she crossed her legs was hot, the way she’s spreading herself out of the desk is one for the spank bank. “Let me show you how much I don’t give a fuck.”
“Wait.” Her one hand intertwines with my hair as the other steadies herself on the desk. “I didn’t close the blinds.”
I peer up at her with a devious smirk. “Perfect.”
It hardly takes a minute for her to squirm beneath my touch. “Oh God, Warren…” She’s seconds away from unleashing against my tongue when a strong knock comes through the door.
I freeze in place—not from the knock, but from the voice that subsequently follows.
“Delaney?” I hear someone speak. “Are you in there?”
American.
Delaney is off the desk and buttoning back up her shirt before I even get the chance to stand back up.
“Mom…Dad?” Her voice is full of disbelief as I lock eyes with the two people standing in the doorway, staring down at me with a mutual sense of confusion and distaste. “What are you doing here?”
Fuck.
D E L A N E Y
I’ve found myself at a loss for words very few times in my life. Most of them have been with Warren as he takes my breath away with the sheer weight of his touch.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, takes me by surprise, like seeing my parents as they impatiently march into my office, eyes glued to the fact that Warren is on the ground, and so is every single item on my desk.
“Are we…interrupting something?” Dad is quick to speak, a sharpness to his tone, one I can assure you I haven’t missed these past couple of months.
“Not at all.” I attempt to shuffle my way to Warren’s side, reaching to collect the miscellaneous items off the ground. “I just dropped some things, and Warren here…well, he was helping me pick them up.” I shoot him a stare that reads, “Go with it.” “Isn’t that right?”
Warren clears his throat, loosening the collar around his neck as he nods in agreement, collecting the items, recklessly tossing them on my desk, and standing up straight.
“That’s right,” he agrees, a nervous rattle allowing his usually strong voice to falter as he peers back over at me. “She can be a bit of a klutz.”
Dad’s less than impressed at this whole ordeal, while Mom’s eyes are fixated on the way Warren’s tie is off-centered, left astray. Shit.
“Oh, we knowourDelaney!” Mom strides her way over to him and fixes it back in place before meeting his eyes dead on. “She’s always been a bit of a mess.”
Well, thanks.
The room is silent. The only sound is that of the ticking clock on the wall. Every second standing in this room feels like hell, whereas a minute ago, it was as if I was being transported to heaven.
“Nice to see you again, Warren.” Dad breaks the exchange of awkward stares and questioning thoughts as he extends one hand out to him while the other rests in his suit pocket. “Hope Delaney hasn’t caused too much trouble for you.”
Warren straightens his spine. The sound of his hand connecting with my dad’s is that of sheer force. I can almost see the tension Dad unleashes into his touch. “You too,Hank,” Warren remarks.
