“Saw that,” Cole replies.He waits for more information and doesn’t get any.He then turns to me.“Can I speak to you when you’re finished here?”
“You going to punch me again?”
“There’s a fifty percent chance,” Cole answers.
Josh sighs and leans back in his chair, staring at us both like the pissed off Navy SEAL he is.
“Let me make this easy for you both.Jake, are you fucking his sister?”
Jesus.
Everyone stares, Liam with atold youso expression, and I decide to tell the truth.
“Yes.”
Cursing, Cole pushes away from the door, but before he can get far, Josh continues.
“Cole, is your sister underage, and does she want or need your protection?”
He freezes.
Then I watch as he grits his teeth and glares at me with an unspoken promise of bodily harm.I lift a brow because I like living on the edge.
“No,” Cole grounds out.
Don’t smile...don’t fucking smile.
I’d be lying if I said I’m not enjoying his discomfort.That my other eye will pay for it at another point is beside the point.
“Then both of you do your fucking jobs; otherwise, I will have to make some decisions.I can’t have this shit impacting the team.”Josh slaps the table and stands up.His eyes land on me.“But if you hurt Caylee, you’ll answer to both of us.”
“Yes, sir.”
I swallow discreetly because Iamgoing to hurt her; that’s inevitable.If I were a good man, I’d walk away now.I should be putting my career and relationship with my colleagues and employers first.
Yet, I’m not.
Why the fuck is that?
Probably because I spend most of my days wondering what Caylee is doing, wondering what she’s eating for lunch.Wondering whether she’s been thinking about the way her body shudders as she comes around my thick cock.How her perky mouth parts and makes her look like a dirty little sex kitten.
My dirty kitten.
How I want to take her to my place and admire her lying in my bed while I pleasure her for hours with toys she’s never heard of.
How my fingers itch to run along the soft sweet skin of her anus and feel her strangle my dick again.
How she looks at me like I’m Superman and makes me want to be better.At everything.
Including being with her.
Despite knowing it’s impossible, I still daydream about these things.
My phone rings.
Mom.
Shit, it’s early in the day for a call from her.I stand, pushing away from the desk we’ve sat at for hours.“I have to take this.”
