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Him mentioning dying has me wanting to go straight into a panic attack, the thought of something happening to him is more than I can bear. “Don’t mention dying please, I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

He shakes his head, growling. “Get your ass in my lap, so I can hold you,” he tells me, and I stand, scooting into his lap and snuggling into his chest.

The blinds are open, so I know my coworkers can see inside of the room, but I can’t bring myself to care.

“Who the fuck is the guy that came to get you? He seemed like a stuck-up asshole,” Ronny says loudly. These walls aren’t thick at all, and I would bet that Elliot heard everything Ronny said.

I try to hold it in, I really do, but I bust out laughing loudly because it’s something that I have been dying to say and I have been thinking it every time he looks down his nose at me with his pasty skin.

“God, he has been getting on my nerves for months.” I wipe under my eyes. I laugh so hard, I cry.

I peek over Ronny’s shoulder to see if he is close by, and boy is he close. Elliot is at the printer, which just happens to be right by the door to my office.

Ronny’s smile drops. “Why?” he asks in a hard tone.

I roll my eyes. “It’s literally not a big deal. He didn’t like being turned down for a date, and he’s a little salty about it.”

“I don’t like that shit.” Ronny kisses my temple. “If he starts to make you uncomfortable or gives you any sort of bad vibes, let me know and I will fix that,” he tells me.

Why does that turn me on so much? The thought of how he’s willing to resort to violence for me drives me insane.

If he sticks his hand down my pants, I would be soaked and it’s not helping that I can feel him hardening under me.

I try to calm myself and not rotate my hips the way my body is urging me to. I can feel the heat of his gaze on me. I lick my lips as he presses his against my ear. “Does my girl like that? Do you like the fact that I would rip someone apart with my bare hands for you? Burn down everyone in my path to keep you safe?”

My whole body visibly shivers. I’m wearing a skirt and if I didn’t have on any panties, I would be dripping down my thighs.

“If I touched you between your legs, would my girl be soaked for me?” Our backs are toward the window, so no one can see what we are doing, but if they walked in, they could see my legs trembling from how turned on and dark his words are.

So, I accept the insane.

“God, yes, you wreck me,” I choke out, not moving a muscle because his hands are on my knees.

He kisses my ear, where my pulse is, and I know he can tell how fast my heart is beating. “Stay still. If anyone comes in here and sees you like this, I will rip out their eyes.”

His hand slides between my legs, running his finger along my folds before he spreads me, and I bite my lip, so I don’t make a sound. I’m soaking his hand.

I close my eyes and soak in the feeling of his fingers working me over like he has done this a hundred times.

“The way you clench around my fingers, I can’t wait until you’re choking my cock.” With his dirty words, I fall apart. He tightens his arms around me to keep me from falling off his lap and onto the floor from the aftershocks of the orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” he praises me. I nod and he slips his fingers from inside me to his mouth, then he licks his fingers clean.

“Fuck me,” I groan, and he chuckles but I don’t think I will ever be fully satisfied until he is buried inside of me. I ache to be filled by Ronny.

“Now, I’m starving.” He laughs and feeds me a bite of the food we have forgotten. I smile and kiss his cheek. “I will fix your problem later,” I say softly, so no one can hear us.

6

OLIVIA

LATER THAT NIGHT

I change my clothes for the tenth time, unable to decide what to wear tonight because this is our first real date and I’m so excited.

I have thought about this so many times, I smile at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bright—I’m happy, and it’s showing.

Ronny is downstairs waiting for me, and I let out a deep breath, fixing the tight dress that I decided on. My heels, I have to admit, do some great things for my legs.

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