"Sidney!" she moans, flying apart for me.
I lick up every drop, living for the way she grinds against my face, shamelessly chasing every ounce of pleasure. Before sheeven has time to come down, I'm on my feet, yanking her legs around my waist.
"I needed that," I growl, notching my cock at her entrance.
"Get inside me," she begs, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed.
I yank her down on my cock, growling as she wraps around me. "Christ," I groan, my head falling back. "Every damn time, butterfly. Every damn time, I forget how good you feel until I'm inside you again."
"M-me too," she sobs, clawing at my shoulders.
I bury my face in her throat, slamming her down on me over and over again. I need her to come right now. Before I fuck her through the wall.
My hand slips between our bodies, my thumb grinding against her clit.
She jolts against me, gasping my name as she unravels.
I slam her down on me, growling her name as her cunt flutters all up and down my shaft. I'm right there…right fucking there…
"What the fuck?" Tye growls from behind me.
Fucking hell.
Chapter Eleven
Sidney
"What the fuck?" Tye says again, his voice booming across the conference room. Hattie didn't hear him the first time. She does this time.
She gasps, her eyes flying wide open. They land on him, all the color draining from her face. "I…I…"
"Tye, respectfully, get the fuck out," I snap, not concerned about his feelings right now. I'm concerned about hers. Hergoddamn brother just walked in on us fucking. There's no way she's going to handle this well.
"You have two minutes before I break your fucking jaw," Tye growls and then stomps out. The door slams behind him so hard the walls vibrate.
Hattie whimpers into the silence.
"Look at me, butterfly," I demand, cupping her cheeks.
She fights me for a moment before her eyes lock on mine, a tear slipping down her cheek.
"It's going to be okay," I whisper, my heart cracking at the look on her face—like her whole world is crashing down. "I promise you, it's going to be okay."
"He's so mad," she whispers. "You're going to fight again."
"I'm not going to fight him," I say firmly. He may hit me. There's nothing I can do about that. Hell, I probably deserve it. But I will not hit him back.
"V-Vanessa is going to hate me." Her bottom lip quivers.
"Why is Vanessa going to hate you?"
"The wedding," she sobs. "I p-promised to t-tell him that I want to be w-with you before the w-wedding. Now, it's all g-going to be m-messed up anyway!"
"Christ." This is the worst possible time to feel bulletproof, but that's precisely how I feel right now. She wants to be with me. If that isn't proof that she loves me, nothing is. I press my lips to hers in a hard kiss before regretfully sliding her down my body. "It's going to be okay, Hattie. I swear to you that I will make it okay."
I don't currently have a fucking clue how I'm going to keep that promise, but I will keep it. That's what she needs me to do right now—protect her heart and make sure her life doesn't implode.
Her bottom lip quivers again. "I s-should go talk to him."
