CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Three months later
– NORIE –
My phone gives the notification for an incoming message, but my gaze stays locked on the books in front of me.I know ignoring the message isn’t the smartest idea, and yet I want to focus on the information I’m going through instead of answering Fatal.Besides, the man dropped me off here an hour ago and said he’d be back later.If it’s pressing, he’d call, right?
I pencil in some more details and again my phone gives a notification.
“Buzz off,” I mutter and slide my finger over the paper in front of me while I reach for another invoice.“They really need to go paperless.”
“Noted,” Fatal’s voice makes my ass fly a few inches off the chair.
The idiot chuckles while I grumble, “Warn a woman before sneaking up on her.”
“I did, but you didn’t answer.”He holds up my phone.
I barely manage not to roll my eyes and keep them locked on the books.“I’m working.”
“Take your time.Watching my old lady work is sexy as fuck.”Fatal’s voice is drenched with lust as I hear the chair in the corner creak under his weight.
How on earth am I going to keep my focus on work after that statement?I pull my gaze away from the books and let them slide to my old man.He’s holding a beer bottle someone probably shoved in his hand downstairs to ask if the new batch tastes good.
His dark hair is a bit tousled, as if he’s run his hand through it a few times.He’s wearing a denim cut without the club’s patches, and a pair of black jeans.His biker boots are placed firmly on the ground and I narrow my eyes when I spot something.
“Fuck,” he rumbles.“I should have cleaned up better.”
I wrinkle my nose.“Famous last words of anyone thrown in jail because of evidence linking them to murder.”
Fatal gets to his feet and disappears into the bathroom.I quickly focus back on the books in front of me and barely manage to finish up before he returns.Shoving the books into the drawer to lock them up, and cleaning up the desk, I finally lean back to watch Fatal stride over to me.
He places one hand on the desk and leans in to stop a whisper away from my lips.“Hey, sweet thing.”
“Hey,” I breathe like a love-sick woman.
Hell, I’m not afraid to admit I really am head-over-heels about this man.Ever since he gave me a choice to join them in torturing Norris, he’s earned my full respect and captured my heart.My father and uncle both doubted his decision, but it was Fatal’s openness and fully letting me into his world that made our connection whole.
His lips touch mine in a feather of a kiss.“Missed you.”
I swallow back the load of lust he ignites by hearing those words.The word “obsessed” comes to mind when it involves Fatal’s need for me.We haven’t been apart since the day we met, right here in this office months ago.
“We all have work to do,” I muse, and find myself asking, “Whose residue did you have stuck on your boot this time?”
The corner of his mouth twitches.“Some asshole who thought he could take merchandise without paying for it.”
I hum.“Stupid way to find out who they’re fucking with.”
My breath catches when Fatal suddenly grabs my waist and lifts me from the chair to place my ass on the desk.
His hands go to the zipper of my pants, and he tugs.“These need to go.Lift your ass.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.I comply and the man easily peels away my pants, along with my panties.They land on the floor and then his hands push my legs apart.My breathing deepens by the feral look on his face.This man always manages to make an impact on my body.The heat in my veins, the jolt in my heart, the desire making my clit throb...it’s everything combined.
“Fatal,” I groan when his thumbs brush over the lips of my pussy.
“Fuckin’ love hearing my name in that tone coming from those lips,” he rumbles.“Especially when I’m licking these.”
He starts to nibble and tug at my labia.I moan.Loud.And reach down to slide my fingers into his hair.
