Page 117 of Save Me

“It fucking matters. He thinks—”

“He thinks he can intimidate or scare me from pursuing this case.” She moves to me, her hands going to the collar of my suit jacket. “It’s not going to happen because I know he’s a piece of shit, and I’m going to expose him. And you,” she glares at me, her hand tightening around my collar, pulling me to her, “are not going to stand in the way while I do it.”

I grit my teeth.

“I don’t trust that bastard or…” I start to say the name of my nemesis, the bastard Blackmon is working with.

“Or who?”

I shake my head. “Anyone he works with. I don’t trust any of them. You already have the evidence I’ve given you. Isn’t that sufficient for your case?”

“No. And you know it’s not. It’s unrelated to Erika Dalton since she didn’t work at La Vie. It proves he’s a low life, but I want him for … what this case is shaping out to be. It’s much bigger than some bribes to a few reviewers or watered-down alcohol.”

I pull her to me by the waist. Her hands still cling to my suit jacket. I start to back her into my desk once again.

“This could be dangerous. And I’m not about to let you risk your safety for that son of a bitch.”

“Let me?” Her voice sharpens. “No one lets me do anything.”

I can’t help the smile that creases my lips. Though I don’t and won’t ever take her safety as a joke, I love the attitude she gets when she feels threatened.

“Right now, I’m going to let you come on my cock if you’re a good little warrior.”

Her hands tighten around my collar, and she scowls at me, but the vein in her neck pulses with need from my words.

“I’m serious, Dae.” Her voice grows huskier even as she tries to keep up the attitude. “I’m on the verge of cracking this case wide open, and I won’t let anyone stand in the way.”

“I’m not in your way.”

“Keep it that way,” she orders, then gasps when I pick her up to sit on my desk.

I spread her knees wide.

“Are you wearing panties?”

“Dae,” she warns. “W-We weren’t done talking.” She sucks in a rush of air when my fingers make contact with the lace panties that cover her pussy.

Frowning, I look her in the eye. “Another pair to add to my handkerchief collection.”

Her forehead creases in confusion right before the sound of me ripping her panties from her body rents through the air.

“You don’t want me to stand in the way of your case?” I ask.

She blinks and then shakes her head.

I push her down to her elbows and spread her legs even wider while I push her dress above her hips.

Around us, files, paperweights, and even the telephone on my desk crash to the floor. I couldn’t give a shit about any of it.

“Then beg me,” I growl right before opening her up and diving face first to her pussy.

“Shit!” she curses, her hand going to the back of my head.

She’s already wet for me. I attack her pussy like a starved man because it’s been over twelve hours since I last tasted her. As far as I’m concerned, I am starved. In addition, I didn’t know where she was for hours, and the overwhelming possessive need to own her came out.

“Dae, shit!”

I pull back. “I said to beg for me, little warrior,” I order before attacking her pussy again. I lap at her clit with my tongue and taste every part of her lips.

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