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“Congratulations,” she says, calm as fuck as she regards me from behind her desk. Regal like the queen she is, she’s wearing a simple black wraparound dress, her hair hanging loosely over her shoulders and her neck decorated in a long silver necklace. “You fought well.”
Her gaze rakes over my body, making me harder still.
I’m so fucking hard for her.
“I imagine you could use a drink?” she offers, and it takes me a minute to notice one of her soldiers standing in the corner of the room pouring her a drink like he’s comfortable doing so, like he’s done it a thousand times before. He glances over at me and nods and I take in the blonde hair, dark eyes, and the calm measuring stare.
Cleveland.
I recognise him.
I recognise him becauseIwas the one who sent him here. And it pisses me off that it isn’tmestanding by her side right now, doing the mundane shit for the woman I love. I want to be the one to serve her inanyway she chooses.
“What thefuckis he doing in here?” I shout, rage fizzing in my blood. “Get the fuck out!”
He places the glass of bourbon on the desk in front of Kate, unphased, riling me up further.
“Ma’am?” he questions, not taking his eyes off me for one second. I bare my teeth at him, ready to fucking kill him. Pretty sure I’m capable of ripping his head off with my bare hands right about now, I’m so fired up.
“It’s okay, Cleveland. I’ve got this,” Kate says, picking up her glass of bourbon and taking a sip.
“Are you certain?”
Kate scowls, telling me that she isn’t used to him questioning her decisions, but she doesn’t call him out on it either, which also tells me she appreciates his concern and that they have a closer relationship than I’d anticipated. “I’m certain,” Kate replies.
“I’ll wait outside,” he says before striding around the table and past me.
His expression is blank, respectful, and despite wanting to rip him a new one, I don’t. I don’t because deep down I know that it was him and the other mercenaries who’ve kept my girl safe whilst I’ve been gone.
The door clicks shut behind me and then it’s just me and Kate, and the rest of the world ceases to fucking exist. A part of me, a really small part is telling me to calm the fuck down, to back the fuck up, but the rest of me doesn’t want to. I’m fizzing with the need to act, the violence of tonight feeding the need to take what is mine, what will always be mine.
Even so, that small voice is enough to keep my feet glued to the spot, though it can’t stop me from shaking with adrenaline and desire. It can’t stop my dick from leaping at the way she shifts in her seat, her eyes tracking over every inch of me. It can’t stop the fire in my blood setting alight to my skin. It can’t stop this need I have to just fucking hold her in my arms and love her like I’ve wanted to do for so long now.
“Kate—”
“Grim,” she counters.
“Goddamn it!” I shout.
I’ll call her whatever the fuck she likes so long as she lets me back in her life. My fingers clench and unclench, my veins spiking with adrenaline and a whole host of other hormones that flood my system after almost five hours of fighting my way back to Kate’s side. No, not five hours.
Two fucking years.
I’m beyond exhausted. I’m beyond frustrated. I’m at the point where this either ends with my dick buried deep inside of her, or my fucking heart giving out.
“Get in the shower. Clean yourself up,” she demands, pointing to a door in the corner of her office I didn’t notice the last time I was here.
“What?” I blink, fired up. “You’re asking me to shower… right the fuck now?!”
“If you want to have a conversation with me, then I suggest you clean the blood off your body first.”
The look in her eyes tells me she’s not fucking around. I glance at my chest and the streaks of blood there, some of it mine, most of it not, and nod.
“Fuck, fine!” I snap, spinning on my heel and striding into her bathroom.
It takes me all of two point five seconds to rip off my shorts, step under the spray, scrub away all the blood with her shower gel then grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. I don’t even bother to dry myself off because if she thinks that taking a shower was enough to cool me the fuck down, she’s mistaken. Stepping back into her office, my dick making a tent out of the towel, I glare at her.
“What do you want?” Kate asks me, her arms resting on the desk in front of her, her gaze leisurely taking me in. If she notices my erection she says fuck all about it.
