Page 178 of Brutal Savage

I run a frustrated hand through my hair.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in there!” my secretary hollers.

My attention instantly snaps to whatever is going on.

I’m about to get to my feet when the doors fly open.

And when I see Elara there—glassy eyes, rosy cheeks—everyone else disappears.

In this moment, I remember when Aiden first met Willow. He was so damn happy, constantly grinning like a fool every time she’d walk into the room. I’d tease the hell out of him for that, and he’d tell me I’d understand one day.

I finally do.

“Get out.”

Her face falls, and I realize she must think I’m speaking to her.

“All of you, out. Now.”

And that gets their attention, scrambling to get their things as they hurry out right past her.

“What are you doing here, Elara?”

I just want to hear her say she came for me. To see me because she missed me.

She shuts the door and sniffles. “You stupid, sweet man.”

She rushes for me, and I immediately rise, grabbing her hips as soon as she’s before me. Her eyes grow tender, and her hand cups my cheek. I groan from the feeling of her on me, lowering back into the seat and forcing her to straddle me.

Her gaze searches mine.

Needing.

Feeling.

And fuck, do I feel everything with her right now.

“Why did you do that? Why did you bring him to live with us?”

I take her fingers to my mouth and kiss each one. “Because, like I told you from the very first day, I want to make you happy. So, are you happy, baby?”

Tears begin falling down her cheeks and she nods right before she leans in and smashes her mouth to mine, and nothing has ever felt better. She leads this kiss, and I welcome it, needing to know she wants me just as much as I want her.

Her tongue slides against mine.

Hungry.

Sucking and moaning. Tempting me with everything she is.

I throw her onto the table, not separating our kiss, lowering my body over hers. My hips circle between her thighs as she claws my back, yanking my shirt up from beneath my dress pants.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons, and I help her out before tossing it behind me.

I stare down at her in awe, this beautiful creature offering herself to me like this. I’ve always led everything between us, but she’s the one who came here. Who kissed me. Who wanted me. It means something.

I pop open her jeans and pull them down with our eyes locked, yanking her cotton thong along the way.

She spreads her legs, her pussy glistening for me. A low growl emanates from my lungs; I need to taste her.

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