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I stay like that until she’s sleeping peacefully. When I slip my hand from hers and step out of the room, Korol and my other highly trusted guard, Isaac, are right there.
“I’ve got two guys by the front doors, one on each floor, and two more on the roof,” Korol says quietly. “Nobody’sgetting in here.”
I turn to let my gaze stab through the window of her private room and land on Eilish’s sleeping form.
This whole thing with the two of us started as revenge. It was about payback, no more.
Now, it’s just about her.
What the hell is happening to me?
19
EILISH
“What the fuckare you doing here?”
Gavan frowns as I sashay into his office and close the door behind me.
“It’s eight o’clock on Monday morning,” I shrug, biting back a grin.
It’s been four days since I got jumped outside of the bar. Three since being sent home from the hospital. At home, a rotating cast featuring Neve, Ares, Castle, Callie, Hades, Elsa, Kratos, and even Dimitra Drakos as the occasional guest star has been taking care of me and dropping in to check on me.
It’s been wonderful. And nice. And kind.
Andso boring.
Also…and this might be a problem…after four days ofnotbeing made to moan and writhe my way to orgasm by Gavan, after it being an almost daily occurrence now, I’m…antsy.
Needy.
We’ve texted, and chatted on the phone a few times. But it’s not the same. It’s not what Ineed.
Like I said: it’s a problem.
“You should be resting,” Gavan grunts, scowling as he drums his fingertips on the desk.
I frown. “I’m fine.”
“You should go home and rest anyw—”
“Are you sure?”
Biting my lip, I drop the short trench coat I’ve worn into his office. Underneath it, all I’ve got on is heels and a black lace lingerie set, complete with stockings and a matching garter belt.
Gavan’s eyes go the color of liquid steel. His jaw grinds in a way that makes the veins on his neck pop as I casually saunter toward him, a saucy grin on my face.
“I don’t know…Should Igo home?Sir?”
His eyes drag over me as I get closer and closer, his nostrils flaring.
“I’m not hurt anymore,” I purr, feeling empowered and sexy in a way I’ve never felt before as I slide between the chair he’s sitting in and the edge of his desk. “And I’m sure I’msofar behind on my work—”
In one motion, he’s lunged out of his chair, pushed my ass back onto the edge of his desk, and grabbed a fistful of my hair as he slams his mouth to mine. And, okay, Iamstill bruised, and I wince a little at the ferocity of his kiss.
But I also don’t care. Honestly, I kind of love it.
I moan as his mouth devours mine, my fingers shaking as I start to pull at his shirt buttons and shove his jacket from his shoulders as he shrugs it the rest of the way off. My fingertips slide over his rock-hard body, moaning into his mouth as his hand slides up my thigh to cup my wet, throbbing pussy.
