Page 65 of Love Takes Home

“Tsk. Tsk. A door stopper? Didn’t stop me.”

I shove him through and let go once he’s on the other side. “Do not return until her car’s gone. If you do, I’ll take that as permission to fucking end your life.”

“You wouldn’t.”

I chuckle while glaring at him, and he swallows again. I’m sure his mouth is dry. “Don’t piss your pants again. Leave.”

He trips over himself, walking backward until he’s what he would consider a safe distance away. Little does he know there is no safe distance for him now. I stand there until he’s in his car, parked in the far corner under darkness. That would explain how I missed it. He just avoids flooding his engine while starting the fuckboy sedan, and peels out of the parking spot, almost losing control and plowing into the tree. I grin to myself, knowing he’s probably moved on to shitting himself before I walk back to the music room and Ginny.

She’s sitting in the chair next to her cello, her eyes locked on the door, only moving when I walk in.

“What did you do to him?” she quietly asks.

“Nothing.”

“Harrison.” So much is said in that one name. Wariness, fear, hope.

“I swear. We just had a little chat, and I made sure I have copies from the cameras of what happened in here if he tries to give you shit.”

“He peed his pants.”

“Twice.” I hold up two fingers.

Her lips twitch, but she fights the smile. I move closer to her, reaching my hand out slowly to lift her chin and caress her cheek with my thumb.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.”

“Are you telling me the truth?”

“Mostly.” Then she lets the grin pop through. “I missed you this weekend.”

“I missed you, too, Beautiful.”

“Will you kiss me now?”

“With pleasure.”

I gently tug her up from her chair and run my fingers through her hair. I love when the wild curls tangle themselves around me, holding me to her. Our lips meet in a kiss that not only says hello, but never leave again. She immediately opens her mouth and our tongues touch, tasting each other.

I pull back before we can go too far. “Play something for me?”

“What?”

I sit in her chair, pulling her down onto my lap. “You sit here and play for me while I play you.”

“Joker,” she whispers. “The cameras.”

“Left the office unlocked and there’s no one else here. I’ll take care of them after. Play for me. Please?”

She hesitates for a minute before she settles on my lap, her back against my chest, and pulls her cello off its stand, placing it between her legs.

“Never thought I’d be jealous of a piece of wood, but here we are.”

“Hush.” She laughs, her ass rubbing on my dick. “Hang on. Don’t move.”

She stands up before I can protest and grabs a block, placing it on the floor and putting the stick-thing coming out of the bottom of the instrument on it. She sits back down, but not before raising her skirt, flashing her panties. Those aren’t going to last.

---