Page 97 of Scarlet Angel

I release her arm and stride to the door. “Let’s go inside.”

She steps in, and I block Dog from joining us.

“Let him inside,” she says. “It feels like rain.”

Dog’s an outdoor dog, but at the moment, letting the animal in is a simple thing to do for her, so I do. Dog trots past like he knows his way around, hurrying off down the corridor.

Fucking Lina.

I scan the back one more time, close the door, and lock it. Scarlet follows me along the hall to my office. I pick up my everyday mobile and dial.

“Be on high alert. Anything suspicious, call me.”

“Copy that. Two parole teams are out.”

“And you’re watching the feed?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. You need me, call this line.”

“Copy.”

Warmth surrounds my back. and I close my eyes as she envelops me. Her lips press to the back of my shoulders.

“What has you so?—”

I flip her around, shutting her up with my mouth. The need to be inside her overwhelms me, pushing everything else to the fringe.

Thank fuck, she’s on the same page.

She grinds against me until I’ve hiked her skirt up and shoved her panties aside. She fumbles with my pants as I finger her. Pleasure shoots through my spine as she grips my cock hard.

“Fuck. I want to be inside you.”

“What are you waiting for?”

Time stills for a nanosecond. It’s like in an action movie where a droplet of water stills on air. Red strands cascade down, wild and free. Full, lush lips form anOhas I knead her clit, and my finger plunders her velvety smooth pussy. In that second, I’m torn between kneeling before her and devouring her or hiking her up on the wall and plunging inside her sweet heat.

I’m addicted.

The wall wins out, and time ticks on.

God, there is no other place I’d rather be than inside this woman. She’s my angel who flies me to heaven.

It’s not until we’re tangled together on the sofa, panting to catch our breath, clothes askew and half-off, that reality rears in the form of a vibrating mobile.

I stumble off the sofa, pulling my trousers up and buttoning them on the way to answer.

“Yes?” I answer.

Scarlet’s gaze follows closely, poised as if expecting the worst.

“Shot a drone down,” Farrow says.

“Where?”

“Northwest side of the estate.”

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