I smile against his mouth. “Again... Deal.”
He chuckles and kisses me back, his hands going to my hips and gripping hard.
“Hold on, Baby girl.”
He thrusts up inside me, making my eyes roll.
His eyes are glued to my face as I look at him through hooded lids as he works me up and down him like his own fuck toy.
His lips curl into a sinful smile, the tendons in his neck popping with the force that he’s driving up into me.
“Deal,” he growls.
35
STERLING
I flick the lighter,watching the bright flame burst from it like a golden flare. I let it dance in the air for a few seconds before flicking it closed.
I flick it back open again and stare again.
“What’s that?”
I look up at Mal as he enters my office and walks straight up to my desk.
“Fire.”
He grimaces. “I mean that.” He jerks his chin toward the manila envelope in my other hand.
“An engagement card from Rory,” I say.
I hold it between my thumb and forefinger and pass the lighter underneath the corner of it. It catches alight instantly. Heat moves closer to my skin, until a familiar flash, like that of a sudden pinching wind hitting at full force, makes me curse.
I drop it onto an empty metal tray on my desk. The edges lift as smoke curls up toward the ceiling.
“Rory? That little shit needs putting in his place.”
“I thought he was in it,” I reply, my stomach twisting as the paper turns to black ash on the tray.
Burned to a crisp.
Mal sinks into the seat on the other side of my desk, resting one ankle over his knee, and stares at the remnants of the envelope. His grim expression matches how I feel.
Rory’s still hurting Hallie. She said she’s not bothered by this little display he’s put on with the card. But I can tell she’s playing it down for me. She says he can’t do anything to her now everything is out in the open. But she should be free to enjoy working with the new clients she’s taken on, and free to plan our wedding, without Rory tainting it with his disgusting touch.
“I’ll apply more pressure. Let him know we’re aware he’s stealing money from his clients. All that evidence Denver found should shut him up once and for all,” I tell Mal as I lean back in my seat.
“All right.” Mal rolls his lips. “And if that’s not enough, you can tell him you’ll share these.”
He throws an envelope down on the desk that he’s been holding.
“What’s this?”
“Call it an engagement present.” He gives me a sly smile as I scoop the envelope up and pull out the contents.
“When was this?” I ask as I study the photograph on the top of the stack.
“When I went to Africa. It’s why the trip took an extra day.” He raises his brows at me.
