Page 86 of Obsessed Heir

“Yes.” Her features soften as she studies my face. “He came by to apologize before leaving.”

Leaving. She puts her hand on my chest, and I rein in my anger. Glancing past her shoulder, I find Steven standing on the other side of the table while two staff members put the barriers in place.

Applause erupts in the background because, of course, I drew a crowd from the people heading down to the bridge.

Holly’s going to be livid.

“Let’s go.” I don’t give Abigail a chance to answer, maneuvering us down the hall. She’s rushing, taking two or three steps for every one of my strides.

I slow my pace, letting her walk normally before she ends up twisting an ankle. Then inspiration hits. I turn, wrapping my arm around her midsection and hoisting her over my shoulder.

“Whoop. Barron!”

Catcalls and a couple of loud whistles cut through the air as I pick up the pace. If there was a single person who missed what happened, her cry of surprise will have gotten their attention.

“Oh my God,” Abigail mutters, smacking my ass while our cheering section continues.

My lips stretch out in a satisfied grin as I continue on with my prize, past onlookers gawking or grinning as we go by.

“Put me down,” she demands, her little fists pummeling my lower back.

“In a second.” Once I reach the elevator, I put the key card against the panel then finally set her on her feet. I stuff the key card into my pocket as her hair tumbles down around her chin and shoulders.

She tosses the dark curls back, blowing on the last one to clear her face. Her glare, only slightly murderous, comes up from my chest to my face. Damn, she’s beautiful.

The elevator arrives, and I lead her in. As soon as the doors slide shut, I press the button for our floor while circling Abigail’s waist. I tug the delicate beauty against me, swallowing her gasp of surprise when I slant my mouth over hers.

It’s a blistering reminder of who she belongs to, of how it feels to be owned. Her arms slide up the panels of my suit jacket then link behind my neck.

She presses those incredible curves against me, flattening her breasts against my chest.

Why the hell am I wearing a suit again?

I palm both cheeks of her luscious ass, curling my fingers so I’m filling my hands, and bring her up against the rigid line of my cock.Fuck.I’ve been semihard since we started walking away from the crowd. At this rate, I may not wait until I get her to my bedroom.

Abigail breaks the kiss, those lush lips slightly parted while she drags in a breath. “Barron,” she protests. “You need to stop. We’re in an elevator, for goodness’ sake.”

I keep forgetting she’s so damn innocent. That until yesterday she was exactly that, innocent to a man’s touch. I was the first. And I took her up against the damn wall.

There’s a good chance my firstborn may have been conceived in the hallway. That would make for one hell of a story someday.

The elevator dings, announcing we’ve arrived at our floor. The doors open, sending my blood racing with anticipation.

She pulls away, exiting ahead of me, leaving me cold where her body had pressed against me.

Her hips sway with every step she takes. My mouth waters at the sight, knowing what she looks like under that unassuming dress. I go after her, my longer strides allowing me to catch up before she can leave the landing.

Her gaze finds mine in the mirror right as I hook an arm around her. I guide her to the narrow table a few feet ahead.

Standing behind her, I wrap both arms around her and bend to murmur against the delicate shell of her ear. “See what I see,” I demand. Her brows knit in confusion. “No.” I run the tip of my forefinger across her bottom lip then tap. “Here.”

Abigail complies, changing her focus to where I’m pointing. Seconds stretch out, but it’s clear she doesn’t capture the spark I discovered. That in itself banks the fire she had in her eyes, drawing a growl of censure from somewhere deep inside me.

I set my hands at her waist, moving behind her. I’m conscious of the cameras pointed toward the hall in either direction, and the camera right outside the elevator. I keep her straight in front of me, shielding her properly.

Sliding my hands up her body changes her expression. Her lips part, her breath moving in and out as I bring her in close, molding her to me.

“This is what I see.” I drop a kiss along her temple, making sure she’s watching our reflection as I mold every inch of our bodies together. “It’s why I can’t tear my eyes away from you.”My palms glide up to cup her breasts. “Why I can’t wait to touch you again.”

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