“And what about this building?” He looks around, chewing on his lower lip. “It’s been safe for years…”
I have no idea what this place really is, but if it’s important to him, then I’ll make sure no one touches it. “I’ll make sure it’s safe.”
“Promise?” he whispers.
I step closer to him. “Yes. I promise.”
“Thank you,” he says, swiping at his eyes again, and then his brat comes back. “Wanna see something cool before I shut this down and we leave?”
He rushes over to a computer and wiggles the mouse. His fingers fly over the keyboard, and I watch as he pulls up camera feeds from all over the city.
“I see all when I need to,” he says, and I peer over at him, my mind racing.
“Are you the one who set the hidden camera up at the church about five years ago?” It caused much strife at the time and endless hours trying to figure out who it was. We never did.
Of course it was Neo.
He grins. “Maybe. I mean, I was just curious about it.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Should have known it was you.”
“We didn’t even know each other, dude.”
I step toward him, and my hand curls into his hair. I tug lightly, and his chin tilts up. “I don’t like that word.”
“Which word?”
“Dude.”
His lips turn up at the corners. “I mean, you are a dude. And it’s funny when you say it, all prim and proper.”
I tighten my hold, and he gasps. Not in pain. Not with how his pupils dilate and lips part.
“Do you have more to show me, or can we go home?” I ask huskily.
He shakes his head, his throat bobbing. “I think I showed you everything I wanted to.”
“Let’s get you home, then. I have plans for you.”
We walk toward the exit, the guards trailing us. Neo locks up, and I wait patiently until we’re safely back in the car. Our hands are linked as we drive back to the Buckingham estate, my mind whirling, that metal box on my lap.
After we step inside the house, I lead him to the room with the safe, the one that houses the jewelry and cash. I open it, slipping that box inside.
“It’s protected here.”
“Thank you,” he says, and then lifts onto his tiptoes and presses a kiss to my lips. I hold on to him, pulling him into me tightly, our tongues swirling, our hips grinding. When we finally pull away, we’re breathless, our bodies strung tight with lust.
“Can I fuck you again?” I ask, and Neo rolls his eyes, his cheeks flushed.
“Of course you can. My ass was made for you.”
I reach down and clasp it tightly, pulling him into me. “You’re not too sore?”
“Hell no. Plus, I love being all achy, knowing it was you inside of me.”
My monster roars in approval. “Come.”
I link my hand with his, pulling him forward. He trots after me, his breath coming out in uneven pants as I pull him up the stairs to my room. When we’re inside, I close the door and lock us in, before turning to face him.
