With that she jerked her hips forward taking more of me, and I let out a groan. Fuck. It took everything I had not to ram into her. To not show her exactly what that piercing felt like.
By the time I was fully inside of her we were both panting hard. “Give me a moment.” I needed to gather what little control I had or I would blow far too soon.
My movements started slow. Just a gentle glide in and out of her. Her pussy felt like a vice, not wanting to let me go. She buried her head in my neck as I found my rhythm. I found theplace I belonged. Her tightness was my home. Her need, my entire world. I had everything I wanted right in my arms.
My hips moved faster and her inner walls tightened.
“Fuck, Theo.” Her voice was harsh, her breathing labored. “I’m going to?—”
She didn’t get to finish her statement. Her body convulsed and her walls rippled around me, setting off my own climax. I pushed into her once more before my body stiffened and I released.
“Mine.” My growl was raw and possessive as I rested my forehead to hers.
“I need to fix my hair.” She patted her head. “We’re a mess.”
She was right, we were a mess. But I had never seen anything more beautiful. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair looked like she was freshly fucked. And it was all my doing. Her hands trembled as she pushed at the pins in her hair. She was beautiful and vulnerable, a gift I would never take for granted. What flowed through me was not just lust, it was commitment. I had just claimed her and I would fight like hell to keep her.
I took Maggie into the downstairs bathroom and helped her clean up. I straightened my tie and jacket while she pinned up her hair and reapplied her lipstick. She stepped over to me, her hand wiping across the corner of my lip. “Don’t want my lipstick all over your face.”
“I don’t care.” In fact, the idea unleashed something feral inside me. “I quite like the idea of everyone knowing that I’m the one who gets to kiss you.”
She left the bathroom. “I need to get another bobby pin and fresh underwear.”
Less than an hour later we pulled up to the hotel where the gala was being held, just a block down from the skyscraper that housed the Snow Enterprises offices.
The gala was in full swing when we arrived, the ballroom sparkled with a band providing an instrumental version of a trending pop song. Cameras flashed and glasses clinked as Maggie and I snuck in.
Shiloh and Ryder were the first to spot us. Shiloh let out a low whistle. “Mags, you did not come to fuck around. I knew that dress would be perfect.”
Ryder kissed her cheek then turned to shake my hand. “You look happy… It's unsettling.” Then he smirked and rubbed his thumb over my jaw. “Maybe this bit of lipstick has something to do with it.”
I moved his hand away and attempted to wipe my jaw myself. But that feral, possessive feeling caused a grin to spread across my face. Let the world see. That lipstick mark was a sign, a brand. I had been claimed and the evidence was right there on my jaw.
Tiffany walked over. She wore a satin blue dress that draped low in the front and in my opinion showed off far too much boob. Maggie obviously disagreed.
“Look at you.” Maggie smiled at my sister. “That dress really shows off the girls perfectly.”
Only once the keynote address was done, and people started mingling did I allow myself to relax. And as Murphy’s law would have it, that was when things went to hell.
Hunter walked in glaring at me and my body went on alert. His voice was urgent. “Why the fuck aren’t you answering your phone?”
“I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“We’ve had a breach.”
His words had my blood running cold.
Next to me, Maggie turned as my body tensed. “What’s wrong?”
Then Nick, as well as Noah Moore, who were both at the gala stood in front of me. Noah Moore was a partner at Salinger Security and heir to the Moore Entertainment Empire. Also, he was a former marine.
“According to the monitors there are two intruders in your server room. Height and build suggest two men.”
What the fuck does any one want from there. That’s only data. Our sensitive information was kept off site.
I turned to Maggie, who couldn’t hide her panic. “Stay here with Anna.” Nick’s wife was excellent in the field, but she preferred to stay out of it.
I pulled off my jacket and undid my tie. My shoes were not ideal, but then neither were Shiloh’s.
