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Benedict chuckled. “She works with me now.”
“Tell them to call off their hounds and I’ll walk away with this evidence,” I said to the prosecutor.
He raised an eyebrow. “Withholding evidence?”
Oh, to heck with this jerk! I slammed my hand on the table, breaking the USB and rendering the discussion moot. “Your brother owns one of the construction companies they’re using to launder money, you hypocrite,” I snapped.
He sighed and put his pen down, staring at Benedict and me. “Fine.”
I stood. “Always a pleasure doing business with you.”
“Same to you, Ms. Stafford,” he answered.
As soon as we were outside, Benedict pushed me into the brick of the public building, caging me in with his arms. “Fucking hell, Piper, you are amazing.”
I lifted up on my toes to brush my lips against his. “Thanks for coming with me.”
He frowned. “You didn’t need me there.”
I slid my fingers along his short beard. “Maybe I wanted to show off a little bit.”
He hummed, turning his face into my hand. “In that case, you were magnificent.”
I grinned. “I was, wasn’t I?”
“You are coming to work for me, right?” he asked, an unfamiliar note of anxiety in his voice.
“With you.” I answered. “Olivia Gaines offered me the chance to open a satellite office for her firm here in DC.”
His answering smile was brilliant. “Sounds perfect.”
The moment we walked into the apartment, Benedict slammed me against the wall, his mouth devouring mine. “Text the boys, and tell them they better be here in less than fifteen minutes,” he muttered as he unbuttoned my jacket.
I shrugged it off and quickly sent the text.
Piper: B says get here in 15 minutes or less.
James: or what?
Piper: *waving hand emoji*
Ibrahim: Don’t threaten him with a good time.
Benedict snatched the phone out of my hand and tossed it on the credenza while he attacked the buttons of my blouse. His hands shook, and finally, he ripped it apart with frustration, revealing the lace of my bra.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, breathing hard.
I ran my fingers over his, catching them in my hands. “I’m not going anywhere, Benedict.”
To my surprise, he closed his eyes and buried his face in my neck. “I fucking want to cut you, tattoo my name on your chest, leave a mark so that every other man on this planet knows you belong to me.”
My nipples peaked under the lace of my bra as I thought of him biting me, bruising me. “Do it, Benedict. Mark me today. Let the world know I’m yours.”
He traced his fingers over my collarbone and to the swells of my breasts, the glint in his eye a little frightening. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, not any more than I wanted him to.
Quickly, I shed my clothes until I stood before him only in my bra, panties, and stockings. He ran his fingers down my side. “Knew you’d be getting naked today, didn’t you?”
I grinned cheekily. “James might not have thought to grab my hairbrush, but he sure did manage to pack all of my lingerie.”
