Page 47 of Tiny's Law

Am I being presumptuous just showing up with food for her and assuming she hasn’t eaten yet? You’d think so. But the view of her sitting in her office on my computer screen with no food in sight tells me I’m good to go. I’ve brought her lunch a few times over the past couple of weeks, and she always seems shocked. Who knows what she would think if she realized every time I’ve seen her sitting at her desk without a crumb of food in front of her and took it upon myself to feed her.

A smile touches my lips at the sound of the dinging alarm as I push through the front door. A petite brunette greets me from a desk that wasn’t there a few days ago.

“Afternoon, sir. Can I help you?”

“I’m here to see Kourtney.”

“Do you have an appointment?” She eyes my cut warily.

I grin and shake my head. “Can you let her know Tiny’s here?”

Having her announce my arrival kind of pisses me off. I wanted to catch her bent over her desk and focused on her work again. I don’t want some random woman having to go tell her I’m here. But based on the suspicious expression on the woman’s face, she’d give me problems for stomping my way back to Kourtney’s office.

Heels clacking against hardwood pull me from my thoughts as Kourtney comes down the hall. When she sees me, her face transforms into a bright smile, and if possible, it gets even wider when she sees the white to-go bag in my hand.

“Thanks, Kara,” Kourtney tells the woman.

I don’t give her a second to react before I meet her at the base of the hall and press my lips to hers. Satisfaction runs through me as I feel her body sag against mine. Using my free hand to wrap around her waist, I hold her against me. I don’t know how into PDA she is, and I’m man enough to respect that this is her workplace, so I don’t deepen the kiss. Even though I really fucking want to.

“Hey, honey,” I rasp, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

She looks up at me sheepishly through her lashes. “Hi.”

I hold the food up. “Lunch?”

Laughing, she claps her hands together in front of her chest. “Thank God. I think I was starting to wither away.”

Dragging my hand down to grab ahold of her delicious ass, I add, “Not on my watch.”

Before following her down the hall toward her office, I turn and nod at the brunette, who watches us with pure shock painted across her face.

Once in Kourtney’s office, I drop the food onto her desk and clip her around the waist, dragging her back into me. Now that we’re behind closed doors, I kiss her again, this time deepening it the way I really wanted to before. She nibbles on my bottom lip and then moans when I tangle my fingers through her hair and pull at the base of her skull.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say against her lips, causing her to smile against me.

Dipping my tongue between her lips, I groan as she sucks on the tip before tangling hers with mine. She tastes delicious, and I detect the faintest hint of butter pecan, which I now know is how she also takes her coffee. Walking her backward until her ass is pressed against the edge of her desk, I take control of the kiss until I’m fucking dizzy and painfully hard, pressing against her stomach.

A surprised yelp slips from her mouth when I lift her onto her desk and step between her legs. “What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.

“Greeting you properly.”

“Oh,” her giggle turns into a moan, and her head drops back as I kiss down her neck and press my lips firmly against the spot at the base of her throat I know is still marked from the other night. Before she can stop me, I suck her delicate skin between my lips to make damn sure my mark doesn’t fade.

Wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist at the same time, she hangs on to me like a koala. Call me a pussy if you want, but it makes my fucking heart skip. I’m falling for this fucking woman and what she’s doing to me. The feeling she’s quickly digging out of me is something completely foreign.

Running my hands down her silky shirt, I settle them on her waist before sliding them down the outsides of her thighs, thankful she’s wearing a loose skirt so I’m able to stand comfortably between her legs.

Her body shivers against mine when my fingertips draw a pattern on the exposed skin where her skirt ends. Arching her body against mine, she pulls me in deeper with an intense kiss, almost as if she’s afraid if she lets go or lets our lips part, I’ll disappear. And fuck what that does to me.

I slide my fingers under the edge of her skirt and grasp at her thighs.

Pulling away from her lips so I can look into her eyes, satisfaction at her glazed appearance has me smiling. “Are you wet for me, honey?”

A beautiful, rosy blush marks her cheeks. She nods while pulling that juicy lower lip between her teeth. Reaching up with one hand while the other stays beneath her skirt, I tug her lip free with my thumb. Replacing her teeth with my own, she lets out an exquisite moan that’s music to my ears.

My fingertips graze across the flimsy lace covering her pussy. Ripping her lips from mine, she lets her head fall back onto her shoulders. “Please?”

I grin and press my lips softly to her exposed neck. “Please, what, baby?”

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