“I thought?—”
“I don’t give a fuck what you thought. From this moment on, you’ll keep your hands to yourself. You won’t so much as speak to her unless it’s about your dog. When Luna’s in the clear, and onceourbaby is here, we’ll contact you about signing away your rights. That’s what you wanted, right?”
Tyler’s jaw rolls, and he shakes his head. “You know, I never thought you’d let a woman come between us.”
“You put her there. I told you to leave her the fuck alone, but you couldn’t help yourself, could you? You just had to take her from me.”
He scoffs. “Whatever. Hope you’re enjoying the sloppy seconds. My girl.” His gaze flicks from Angie’s face to her belly. “And my baby.”
My fist connects with Tyler’s jaw, sending him stumbling into the wall. His hand comes up to cradle the injury, drawing attention to the rapidly forming bruise.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” I punctuate each word with a menacing step in his direction. “We’ll have her assistant call you when Luna’s ready to go home. Until then, I don’t want to see you around my wife ever again. Not unless you’re scribbling your name on a piece of paper that says that woman and her baby have nothing to fucking do with you anymore. Got it?”
“Fuck you, Griffin.” With those parting words, he shoves out the door.
“Was that necessary?” Angie asks, leaning against the front desk with her arms crossed over her chest.
I grip her hips and pull her against me. “No one talks about my wife and baby that way. No one.”
Her chest rises and falls with each indrawn breath. “I like it when you get all growly,” she says, running her palm along my forearm.
I lean in close and run my nose across her cheek until my lips are hovering over hers. “Tell me what else you like, Angel.”
“I like how protective you are,” she says.
Pride swells inside me, and I take a slow step backward, inching us toward her office. My nerves are still buzzing with raw possessiveness.
“What else?”
“I like it when you call me yours,” she murmurs.
“Mm. Youaremine.”
Her palm lowers between us, squeezing my erection through my jeans. “I like your big, thick cock.”
I push through her office door and close it behind us. Blood rushes south with startling efficiency, pooling in my groin. The things I want to do to this woman…
I twist the lock, listening for the satisfying click that tells me I have her all to myself until I decide otherwise.
There’s a plush velvet sofa in her office, and I’d love to lay her out and take my time with her, but it’s the middle of theworkday, and we both have obligations. Still, I can’t let her get away without reminding her that I belong to her as much as she belongs to me.
I tug her shirt off over her head and toss it to the wayside. Her breasts are almost spilling out of the top of her lacy white bra, engorged beyond my wildest dreams. My lips press to her collarbone as I unhook the bra and let it drop to the floor.
I let my mouth trail lower, over the swells of each breast and down, closing around one puffy pink nipple. She gasps as I lick and suck on the stiff peak, kneading the soft flesh in my palms. Something sweet hits my tongue, and I moan in satisfaction.
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “You taste incredible.”
She gazes at me with a wide-eyed expression. “Am I leaking?”
A bead of milky liquid pools between my thumb and forefinger. I bring it to my mouth and lick it up.
“Oh my god, I’m leaking!”
I press a soft kiss against her lips. “Shhh. Let me clean up the mess.”
My tongue lathes against her breasts, lapping up everything she has to offer. It’s not much yet, but fuck is it sexy as hell.
When I’m done, I toss a throw pillow onto the floor. “Get on your knees and show me just how much you like this big, thick cock.”
