“Deadwater Constabulary take allegations of assault very seriously.”
“These are lies from worthless bitches.”
The people in suits all took in a shocked breath. We didn’t, too used to the reality of men like this.
“Perhaps we should discuss them at the station.”
The colour drained from Tucker’s face. “This is outrageous.”
“Shall we?” The commissioner gestured towards the door.
Tucker looked around the room. No one moved to help him. Not a single one of his powerful friends. His jaw clenched. “You’re making a mistake. All because you,” he jabbed a finger at Elijah, “are pussy-whipped by one of these sluts.”
I burst out with a laugh, and he shot me a poisonous glare as he pushed past.
When the door slammed behind him, the tension shattered. People began chattering immediately about how they’d never work with him again. Chairs scraped and phones appeared in hands. The carefully assembled circle of powerful business figures dissolved into small clusters of whispered conversation.
Meanwhile, I had exactly one thing on my mind.
I climbed onto the conference table and ignored the gasps to stalk the length of the polished wood. Straight towards Elijah.
Still seated at the head, he didn’t move, just watched me come for him. Those dark eyes held a heat that made my pulse jump.
Half the room stopped talking, but all followed my progress with open fascination.
I reached the man I loved. “You set him up,” I said.
Elijah’s mouth curved slightly. “I held him accountable.”
I crossed my arms. “You could’ve warned me.”
“It isn’t the responsibility of women to manage men. Besides, you wouldn’t have enjoyed the surprise.”
Fair.
I knelt on the shiny table, the last of my anger evaporating. Then I grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him.
Hard.
A shocked ripple spread through the room.
Someone coughed.
“Good God,” another person muttered.
Elijah’s hands landed on my waist instantly, steadying me.
His mouth answered mine without hesitation, and our kiss deepened. The sort that made it very clear exactly how we felt about each other. And what was about to happen.
Around us people moved again. This time, leaving. Apparently, no one wanted to sit through whatever came next.Good, because I wasn’t stopping for anything, even to answer Genie’s, “Get in there, girl.”
By the time I finally pulled back, the conference room had emptied and the door was closed. Elijah gave a hungry growl and ran his hands up my legs.
“Lie back.”
I obeyed, and he pushed my dress up my thighs, finding the edge of my underwear. He stripped them off me, and without pause, buried his face between my legs. This, I adored His clever tongue. The way he knew how to play me, having had so much practice on our tropical island.
He devoured me, and I didn’t hide my moans of desire, uncaring if anyone else in the building heard. In fact, I wanted them to know exactly what was happening. He was mine, and I claimed him loudly.
