Page 41 of Claiming Becca

“That’s what you get, you little minx,” he says, causing me to laugh more.

“Sorry. Sorry,” I cry out when he bites down again. It doesn’t hurt. It makes me want to wrap my legs around him. “I know you, Big Guy. You’re not going to last long just supervising.”

“That’s what Victor said.” He grunts.

I have to focus on not laughing. “So, you met with Victor? What did he have to say?”

Connor inhales deeply. “He gave me an update on all my properties. I know he knows what he’s doing, but I was still impressed with how well he has everything under control. He said he would handle everything until I’m 100%.” He sighs. “I never thought I’d be as grateful as I am for getting my real estate license. Being involved in selling houses has kept me busy while I recover completely.” Connor got his real estate license years ago. Mainly for houses he built so he could also sell them.

He pauses, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Victor also asked me if I was interested in going into business with him again.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Really? What did you say?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t answer him. He said something at his pub, but he brought it up again. He told me he understood I needed to think about it. He thinks Donovan will try to show his dominance again, and he believes we’ll be stronger if we join together.”

I stiffen at this information. “Why does he think that?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Victor is always so cryptic, but he seems worried.” I swallow at this piece of information. I know I’m safe, but it brings back the memories of trying to run and be on the lookout constantly.

Connor rubs my back soothingly. “You’re safe, Shortcake. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I believe him, but I still have to work hard at controlling the intrusive thoughts that arise. “So, will you two join your companies together?” Connor brushes his lips against my forehead, and it causes me to release the tension that had built up in my muscles.

“Maybe. Or we’ll divide how we do renovations and build. He does mostly commercial buildings, while I do homes. I’ve helped with commercial buildings, but he’s more of an expert when it comes to that than I am. I told him about you and how good you are at interior design. He asked if you’d be willing to come to work with him.”

I’m quiet for a few seconds before I respond. “I don’t want to work with him.”

Connor exhales, causing my hair to move against my forehead. “I told him as much.”

I pull my lip between my teeth and take a deep breath. “I want to work with you.”

He tenses and then pulls back to look at me. “What?” I lift one shoulder in a shrug. “I’ve asked you for years to come to work with me, and you’ve always said no.”

“I was infatuated with you. The thought of working with you every single day felt like torture. But now I have you, and it doesn’t feel like that anymore.”

His mouth hangs open as he stares at me for several seconds. Then he picks me up and twirls me around in the hallway. “Hell, yes! I get to tell Bass.”

I laugh at his dramatics and shake my head. “No. I have to tell him. And I have to give him enough time to get someone in at the new gym.”

Connor nods eagerly. “Anything you want, Shortcake.” He brings his lips down on mine and I fervently kiss him back. It’s incredible to think I can kiss him anytime I want.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

“Connor, the doctor said no lifting.”

He arches an eyebrow. “You’re tiny, and he meant heavy equipment.” He wraps his hand around the back of my thighs. I smirk at him and wrap my legs around him as he lifts me.

He turns so my back is against the hallway wall and presses his hard cock against me, kissing me deeply. A whine escapes from the back of my throat.

He pulls his mouth from mine. “Fuck, I love when you make that sound,” he says against my mouth. I suck in a breath when he rocks against me again. I’m wearing leggings and a tank top, so I feel every inch of him.

He has an arm around my waist, and his other hand slides up my spine to cup the back of my head. He continues to rock against me as his mouth touches my shoulder. “I had a funny thought today.” His mouth trails to my other shoulder.

A shiver runs down my spine. “Oh yeah. What’s that?”

His mouth trails the edge of my tank top. “What if soy milk is just Spanish milk introducing itself?” He murmurs against my skin.

It takes several seconds for my brain to comprehend what he said, but when it does, I open my eyes slowly to stare at him.

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