We share a look, and her eyes are wanting and needy.
I pull the new yellow panties down her legs and push her legs apart. I am sure we will hear William if he’s in the building, and I start to eye-fuck my woman.
As I slide down, I bury my head between her legs. I then taste my wise and wicked girl. I savor her like she is a fine wine.
I then devour her as if she is my last meal on earth.
35
HARRISON
The next morning, as we finish breakfast in the glass enclosure with ferns, a speaker crackles. A voice then comes through. “Sir?”
I walk to the estate radio and lift it. “Speak,” I say, feeling Samantha’s eyes on me.
“Sir, we’ve found someone at the front gate. Trying to get in.”
“One minute,” I say, while walking to the window to look out. I lift the binoculars and hold then steady.
Samantha stands and stops next to me. “Security,” I say low.
Leaning in, she talks low. “I didn’t know we have security.”
“That’s the point, and they’re good,” I say, walking towards the lobby. Samantha follows, and I lift the radio. “Got a name?”
“Sir, he won’t give one, and he’s clearly not paparazzi or lost.”
“Well, what does he look like?” I ask as we walk into the lobby. Samantha and I lean on the round lobby table that always has the displays of cut roses.
“Heavy energy. Californian numberplate.”
Samantha sighs, and I rub a temple. “Let me guess. Heavy tattoos on his hands and arms.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I growl, and Samantha mouths, “Sorry.”
“Be right there,” I say coldly, walking quickly into the jacket and boot room next to the lobby.
“Harry,” Samantha yells chasing after me. “Please, don’t go out.”
“That is not going to happen, babe. But you can come if you like.”
“I like, but what are you doing?”
I pull off my white linen shirt and tanned slacks, and I yank on old jeans, a black T-shirt that is hanging up, and some black army boots. It’s my outdoor working gear.
If I need to fight him for her and prove a point, now is the time. Knife. Fists. Guns.
Whatever.
She is mine,and that son of a bitch needs to know.
I walk out of the chateau fast, and Samantha runs after me. We climb into the old Land Rover and drive in silence. Halfway there, Samantha’s hand grabs me. “Please, let me handle it.”
I don’t answer. I will protect what is mine, like I always have, and like I always will. I will also do what is necessary, and whatever it takes.
I will protect her above all.
