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Chase’s warm brown eyes devour me with each step I take closer to him. The biggest smile stretches across my face when I’m right in front of him.
With a wide grin of his own, he places his hand on the back of my neck in a gentle but possessive hold. He maneuvers us out of the busy restaurant to the sidewalk outside, his thumb rubbing soft circles right at the soft flesh under my ear.
We don’t make it a few feet outside before he’s dragging me back by my neck to face him. His other hand grasps me by my hip. I’m cocooned in his protective hold, like I’m worth loving, worth possessing. Familiar brown eyes peer into mine, cherishing me with a single look. Nothing has felt more right than this single moment.
“Boyfriend?” Chase muses aloud, his pierced eyebrow raised. The hand holding my hip quickly slaps my bottom. Surprised, I jump, breaking out into a stream of giggles.
“You could have warned me, brat,” he teases, nipping softly at my lips.
I throw my arms around his neck, not giving a crap about our very public display of affection on a very crowded sidewalk. “You’re not upset, are you?”
“Not in the slightest. But you know this juvenile title crap doesn’t work. We’re a little more hardcore than the fluffy terms. You’ll call me your man, like I’ll call you my woman. You feel me?”
I press my body flush to his front, letting him feel way more of me. “I do.”
Chase barks with laughter, his head thrown back, exposing his stubble hair growing on his neck. When he lowers his head back to me, his brown eyes are dancing with delight. “Fucking hell, woman. You don’t realize what kind of fire you’re messing with.”
“I beg to differ. I know exactly what I’m getting involved in,” I purr seductively.
Without warning, Chase throws me over his shoulder. I squeal with laughter as blood rushes to my head. “Chase, you brute. Stop going all primal on me.”
“You have no clue how primal I can get. But here’s a taste of it.” Chase bites my right ass cheek. It’s not a soft bite either—it’s territorial.
I gasp, shocked by the pain yet also amazed I enjoy it. My thighs squeeze together with an onslaught of heat pooling low in my belly.
He inhales loudly through his nose. A low growl vibrates through Chase, shaking my whole body. “Numbers, you smell delicious. I have an appetite, and you’re everything I’m craving. You better stay wet for me all day. I want you sopping by the time I rip your panties off tonight.”
Pretty sure I’ve gone tomato red. Good thing no one can see my face hanging upside down with my front to his back.
He clears his throat, addressing the passing pedestrians. “You all saw it. I marked her. Therefore, she’s mine.”
A few people laugh, some even clap and hoot as Chase stalks off down the sidewalk, with me draped over his shoulder.
“My caveman,” I tease affectionately, slapping his butt.
He slaps mine right back. “Damn right, I am.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
CHASE
My day couldn’t be any better unless I was rolling around in bed, balls deep in the love of my life. Simone finally agreed to be my woman—mine.
Every snotty remark she utters, every tempting curve of her luscious form, and every rare sweet smile she offers is all mine from this day forward. There’s not a damn thing in the world that can burst my bubble, not even the orange turd sitting beside me, glaring daggers at me.
The atmosphere in the micro-size conference room is heavy. Not from the heat our equipment is omitting, but with the bitterness oozing out of Trent like an overripe fruit in the scorching summer sun. He reeks of jealousy, and it permeates the small room like a thick cloud of negativity.
Doesn’t bother me one bit. If anything, I’m rolling in Trent’s misery like a hog in mud. The fucker deserves to see the woman he stupidly threw away being loved by arealman. Assholes like Trent always regret what they tossed aside after they realize the person they hurt is no longer an option for them to fall back on.
Soon enough, he won’t be anything but a bad chapter in my woman’s book. And I’ll be there to fill all her remaining pages with love, praise, and everything she could wish for.
A smile has permanently taken residency on my face as pleasurable thoughts of Simone swirl in my head. My smile grows only more pronounced the longer Trent scowls at me. Doesn’t matter if my face aches from using muscles long forgotten, I’m fucking thrilled to have Simone. The whole damn world can suck a bag of dicks if they have a problem with it—Trent included.
Morning turns into afternoon, with Trent’s hostility rising. His silence stretches, aside from the few yes or no answers he gives us when we ask direct questions related to the financial firm’s servers. He drums his fingers on the conference table in a steady, methodical tempo, his eyes honed in on the side of my head. He’s probably contemplating all the ways to conjure death to come for me. Sucks for Trent. Pretty sure death smiles fondly on the Mercy Ravens when we feed him the darkest souls of the world.
Butch’s attention does a constant surveillance rotation, from working on his computer, where he’s trying to track the missing funds, to swiveling between Trent and myself. He gives me a pointed stare, a look alerting me to the impending confrontation about to spark between me and Simone’s ex. If Butch is sensing the tension growing thicker by the second, he’ll be on standby to keep me from strangling the prick to within an inch of his life.
Another tense fifteen minutes pass. My keystrokes slow as I add the finishing touches to the program I created. It should help to figure out our perp’s method for pilfering money from the firm.
