Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
She fidgets, and I can tell she’s hiding something. It’s no surprise everyone around the table has picked up on the same thing.
“What happened?” Roman grits out from the other end of the table.
“Nothing.”
“Dammit, Greer. Can you answer me? What happened?” Roman looks downright scary at his end of the table. His hands are balled into fists and his mouth scowls at Greer.
“If something happened, you need to tell us,” Devereaux says.
Greer sets her cutlery down. “Fine,” she huffs out. “It’s not a big deal, but there’s been letters.”
“Letters?” Roman asks.
“A few threatening hate letters.”
“Fuck.” Roman stands and heads into the house.
“You can’t hide these things from us,” Devereaux says to Greer. “How can we protect you if you’re keeping things from us?”
Greer kneads her hands together. “I’m sorry.” She scoots her chair back. “Maybe I should apologize to Roman.”
Devereaux nods and as soon as Greer follows Roman into the house, I let out a deep breath.
“Do you think the person sending the letters will act on their threats?”
“I don’t know. The Chekov’s and Ivanov’s are at war.”
“They’re bad news?” I ask, even though I know the answer to the question. It doesn’t take a cop to know that the Russian mob’s presence in Saint Pierce is one to be feared at all costs.
Devereaux places a hand on my thigh. “Very.”
Roman and Greer return and take their seats.
“I’ll be following Greer around,” Roman says as he places two pieces of toast on his plate.
Greer sighs. “You really don’t need to do that.”
Roman smiles at her. “Yes, I do.”
Greer quickly looks away from Roman and focuses her attention on me. “So, Chloe. Please tell us all about yourself.”
It’s my turn to fidget at her attempt to lighten the mood. “There’s really not much to tell. Moved here from Hanover, and I’m just looking to work my way up at Club Greed.”
Ledger and Roman raise a brow at me.
“Not like that,” I say, hoping the implication of me looking to sleep my way to the top isn’t what Devereaux thinks I’m doing.
Devereaux’s hand traces higher up my thigh. “I have some ways you can work your way up.”
My mouth falls open. “I can’t believe you just said that.” My cheeks flame, but I love the feel of Devereaux’s grip on my leg. So possessive. Like he’s secretly claiming me in front of everyone.
It feels forbidden.
It’s a game I like playing, so I spread my legs, confident no one knows what’s happening under the table. His hand slips under my dress, and I can barely focus on the food or conversation around me.
Devereaux keeps up with the flow of conversation like a champion, like sliding his hand into my panties at brunch is no big deal. Like this is an everyday thing.
My cheeks flame red hot and I can’t do this here in front of everyone.
“Excuse me,” I say and rush from the table.
I can’t believe that just happened. A part of me wants Devereaux to follow me from the table. Another part of me knows we can’t do that here.
But he follows me anyway.
Chapter 36
Devereaux
* * *
I need this woman.
“Excuse me,” I hear myself saying to the table as I get up and race after Chloe.
I move through each room, wondering where she could have rushed off to.
Sure, I could wait until I’m home, but as I search the house for her, my need for her intensifies.
“Chloe.” I knock on the upstairs bathroom door. “Are you in there?”
The door opens. “I can’t believe you did that.”
I step into the bathroom and wrap my arms around her waist. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Dev,” she says, pushing on my chest, “not here.”
I lock the door and walk her back until she’s against the bathroom counter. “There’s a monster inside me, aching to be tamed.”
She shakes her head with a small smile. “You’re incorrigible.”
“No, not me. It’s the beast that’s been wanting to fuck you since the moment I saw you in this sundress.” I lift her onto the counter, stepping between her legs. “I already know you’re soaking wet for me.”
“How do you know that?” She wraps her arms around my neck.
I bring the finger I had inside her to my lips and suck it into my mouth. “Because I can taste how turned on you are.”
“Devereaux,” she whines. “We shouldn’t do this here.”
“We have to.”
“Why?” Her innocent eyes gaze up at me.
“Because I can’t go another second without having my hard dick deep inside you. You’re the only thing in the world that matters to me right now. Not my sister or friends sitting outside eating fucking brunch. Not anything, except you and me right now.”
She chews her bottom lip. “You and me. I like that.”
I want to tell her it’ll be just us forever, but I feel like this isn’t the time or place to declare my devotion to her. So, instead, I unzip my pants, pulling the beast out, stroking it in my fist. “And this is how badly I want you.”