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I slump back against my seat and bury my face in my hands.
Is it really that simple? Did I just need to be mad at something and took my feelings, the growing bitterness and mountain of excuses about Piper, out on someone else?
When I look up at Owen he’s smiling softly and chuckles, “You figured it out, I see.”
“How did you know?” I don’t even try and deny it or what he said about Piper. I don’t give a fuck if everyone here knows how I feel about my little Button. Hell, they probably do. None of them are slouches and they’ve been trained by the best and are the best. “Fuck,” I shake my head. “I know how you know.”
Owen barks out a laugh, “It’s always been written all over your face.”
“I owe Ella an apology,” I mutter. I’ve already apologized to her, but it had more to do with me wanting to keep my sister in my life than anything else. I look him in the eye and don’t back down, “I owe you one too. I’m sorry.”
He smirks at me, the fucker, “I know.” He holds up the envelope and my stomach twists again. Fucking hell. “Now, what are you going to do about Piper?”
They already know the situation in terms of who Ezra fucking Payne is to her. I’m still not over that my woman put her fucking lips on him, even if it was his cheek and even if they have been friends almost their whole lives. It makes me want to mark every single fucking inch of her.
“She’s mine,” I tell him simply.
Considering what Owen says about how he feels about Ella, how they all feel about her, he should understand. His grin grows slowly before it fills his face and he nods once, satisfied with my answer. He turns and starts to stride out of my office. I almost yell and stop him considering I still don’t know what the fuck is in the envelope he’s holding.
He looks at me over his shoulder and gives me a serious look, which is so unlike Owen, “We got this, Landon. We got this. You can’t be point on this and you know it. Let us work this side of things and you worry about your girl.”
He’s gone before I can say anything, but I find my cock lengthening in my pants and my heart rate skyrocketing. My girl. Fuck yes, she is.
Now I can’t stop thinking about claiming her. It’s the only thing I can seem to think about for the rest of the day along with how her case is going. Time is sluggish and it’s hard to concentrate. I swear I keep getting hints of her clementine and grapefruit scent, sweet and tart and all fucking Piper.
When it’s time to go, I’m not sure if I’m relieved or not. I’m glad to get her home, somewhere I know she’ll be safe, but I’m so fucking keyed up. It’s difficult for me to keep my hands off her while I’m driving us home. I want to reach over and touch the soft skin of her knee right below where the pencil skirt she’s wearing stops.
I’ve often wondered, since I hired her, if she knows how much her skirts drive me fucking crazy. The desire to pull it up her legs until it’s rucked up around her waist so I can reach her wet pussy has been there from the first time I saw her wear one. It’s a starring fantasy of mine when I’ve stroked my cock to thoughts of Piper.
Now, having seen some of her panties, the need to follow through and show her the dirty visions in my mind are almost too fucking much. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel and clench my jaw. The tension between us seems to grow with every breath.
She must feel it because by the time we get home, she practically jumps out of the car, her chest heaving. I let out a low growl and then I’m out and around to her. The fear of someone waiting for her, of her being unprotected for even a second, makes fear fill me.
I get right in her space and lean down so I’m looking into her eyes, “You know the rules, Button. You broke them.”
Her big brown eyes are wide and wild as she looks at me. When she licks her plump bottom lip with her pink tongue, something snaps inside of me. I know it’s the worst place for me to do this. I know it’ll leave us both vulnerable. I know it; but it doesn’t stop me.
I grip the nape of her neck with one hand, the other yanking her into me so our bodies are aligned. The gasp she lets out might as well be a big neon fucking sign of invitation for me. My lips meet hers and the fucking neon shatters, showering us in dangerous flickering light and sparks.
I don’t wait for her to realize what is happening. I deepen the kiss immediately, the way I’ve wanted to from the moment I met her.
She fits against me perfectly, as if her body was always meant to be pressed against mine.
When Piper moans into my mouth, I pull back from her, my eyes scanning around to ensure we really are safe and my impatience, my need, didn’t put my woman in danger. I don’t know if I could survive if it did.
Her eyes search mine as her fingers come up and touch her lips, looking plump and just-been kissed. “Landon,” she whimpers.
I don’t answer. I can’t. We don’t need words between us, anyway. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, my hand smoothing over her ass before smacking it. She lets out a low gasp, but it’s a needy sound which makes my cock throb.
“You’re going to pay for not following the rules, my little Button, and you’re going to enjoy every moment of it.” I start moving to take her inside, her fingers curling into my shirt and her body relaxing into mine. I mumble, “I am, too.”
Piper giggles and reaches down to smack my ass, making me stumble slightly as I cross the threshold. I love the sound of her laughter, I always have. I give her ass another smack and chuckle when my girl moans.
Yeah, I’m definitely going to enjoy this.
