Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“No, no one tells you what to do.”
“Apart from you and the others.”
“It’s different. You’re ours.” He grabbed the phone again and I was starting to lose my temper. This wasn’t going how I wanted it to go.
He was already on the phone with someone else, barking out instructions. None of them made much sense to me.
Taking a step back, I headed toward the door, willing to call defeat, but I got to the exit and stopped. I wasn’t a quitter, not really.
Closing the door again, I marched up to Caleb. As he talked, I grabbed the phone, throwing it away as I captured his face, drew him close, and kissed him. I thought he’d fight me, but he didn’t. His hands went to my shoulders, one sinking into my hair, kissing me back.
I grabbed his shirt and tore it open. Buttons sprayed across the room in all different directions.
“Wait, Emily, you don’t have to do this. I’ll kick Drake’s ass.”
“No, you won’t. We’re doing this and then we’re going to work together to figure out how to help my best friend. That’s how this is going to work. Now you can either kiss me or I swear I will leave it another seven years before you ever see me naked, let alone fuck me.”
Seconds passed after my threat.
Which one was he going to pick?
Me or dealing with Drake?
Which one meant more to him?
I waited.
He turned toward me, kissing me deeply, but I wasn’t fooled. I knew he could be taming me, only the kiss didn’t stop. This wasn’t a rush, but a conquering.
His tongue traced across my lips and I opened up.
No more fighting.
Drake was right. Caleb had done what anyone would do in his position. I would’ve sold my boys’ friends in a heartbeat without a moment’s thought, Drake especially. I couldn’t hate them forever. I’d only just gotten them back and I wasn’t going to lose them again.
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Caleb
Drake’s demise was at the top of my list. I was going to kill him. No doubt about it, but as I kissed Emily and she responded, I couldn’t hate him. He’d given her back to me. Whatever he’d said to her, I was going to find out. When we were teenagers, Drake’s transformation was huge. The moment he killed his father, it was like the man stepped in to take care of the young boy, and because of that, he’d been a very valuable asset.
He had a high number of kills under his belt and his ability to go to places undetected was why we’d put him in charge of Emily’s security detail. At least until we knew the full threat she faced at the hands of our fathers.
I couldn’t get enough of her kisses.
The office wasn’t the place I wanted to take her, but I didn’t want to move from this spot and risk someone ruining our little bubble.
After picking her up, I dropped her onto the edge of my desk, throwing everything out of the way as I cupped her face and kissed her once again.
This was going to be the first time of many.
Her nails sank into my flesh and I shoved the skirt she wore up her thighs. At least she wasn’t wearing sweatpants any longer and had started to wear some of the clothes we’d purchased for her.
She moaned as the tips of my fingers touched across her clit. She spread her legs even wider.
The skirt wasn’t tight and flowed around her legs. I pushed the fabric of her panties aside and touched her aching core.
When I’d watched Gael fuck her, I’d been out of my mind with jealousy and pleasure. I’d wanted to be with her, but if I could only watch until she forgave me, then that was what I was willing to do.
I knew I was willing to do whatever it took to win this woman. My feelings for her hadn’t changed since high school. They’d gotten stronger, and now I had a brand-new determination not to lose her.
She was ours.
We’d do whatever it took to keep her.
I pulled the shirt free of her skirt and slid it over her head, throwing it across the room. It didn’t matter where it landed.
The bra was in the way. I didn’t care that it was lacy and looked sexy as fuck. I wanted her completely free and clear for me to play with.
I craved her.
With the bra gone, I pressed her tits together and flicked my tongue across each peaked nipple. They were rock-hard and she arched up, giving me better access to her body. I glided my tongue across one peak, then moved to the second before biting down on the hard bud.
She moaned my name. Her legs spread.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this? Wanted you here to fuck, to spread over my desk?”