Page 29 of Hap

I scoff to myself.

H: Don’t piss me off.

This has me grinning wider, loving that I can rile him up.

A: Don’t tell me what to do.

H: Don’t start this shit with me.

A bubble of laughter escapes me. Becky smirks, shaking her head as she continues to read a book she brought with her.

A: What if I want to start something? What are you going to do about it?

H: Baby.

That’s it. That’s all he sends, and it’s as if I can hear him saying it in that low, threatening growl that he does.

My phone vibrates, indicating a voice note. Pausing, I place my headphones in before pressing play.

“I swear, I don’t know how you manage to piss me off and get me hard from one damn message. Don’t think I won’t walk in there and drag your ass back to this damn truck where I can spank your ass so fucking hard while I drive my cock into that tight little pussy of yours until you’re screaming my name sofucking loud, Agent Pryor will hear it and he will know exactly who you fucking belong to.”

My mouth suddenly feels dry, and heat pools between my legs. I text him my reply.

A: When did I agree to be yours?

H: The moment my seed filled your pussy.

A: My ex-husband’s seed filled my pussy, too. Does that mean I’m his as well?

I hit send, knowing that I’m playing with fire by sending him that. As much as what he said is hot, I’m not the type of woman to just allow a man to claim me as his like I’m an object. Especially a man that is 14 years younger than me.

My phone lights up, and Hap’s name flashes across the screen. “Hello,” I answer.

“Get your ass outside now,” he growls.

“I can’t,” I begin to argue.

“You don’t get your ass out here, I will come in there,” he threatens.

I look to Becky. “I just need to take this outside.” She nods, shooing me away. I walk towards the exit. “This is really unprofessional,” I hiss down the phone to him.

“Turn left when you exit and walk to the end of the building,” he orders.

I sigh and make my way to where he directed me. Stopping, I turn and look around, seeing no one. “Okay, I’m here. Now w—” I’m grabbed from behind, and as a hand clamps down over my mouth, I’m spun around and held firmly against the wall. My heart thunders in my chest as panic creeps up my spine.

“Shhhh, baby. It’s only me,” Hap whispers in my ear. I relax slightly against his hold. “You’re going to stay still and remain quiet,” he demands as he drops his hold on me. His hand glides down my thigh to the hem of my dress, where he proceeds to yank it up.

I gasp, murmuring a protest against his hand. He ignores me, keeping his body firmly pressed against mine with my back to his chest and the cold stone wall to my front. His fingers move slowly but with purpose to the apex of my thighs. I release a shuddered moan as his hand dives under my underwear. His fingers circle over my clit.

I rest my head against his shoulder, and his hand is still clasped over my mouth, silencing my moans. He trails his lips along my neck, grazing his teeth across my skin, causing a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“I was being patient by allowing you to come to me in your own time,” he rasps in my ear as he glides his fingers inside me. A whimper escapes me. “You pushed the button, baby. I’m done being patient,” he says. His deep voice rumbles through me as his fingers move in and out of me, curling up and hitting that perfect spot. “You feel my fingers in your pussy? My fucking pussy,” he growls, moving his fingers faster, building my pleasure. My walls tighten as my orgasm grows. “Feel that, baby? Feel how you are mine. Your body knows you are mine,” he pants in my ear. I grind my behind against him, feeling his hard length. A deep moan rolls from within me. “Your pleasure is mine, so give it to me baby. Let me feel it,” he says before biting down on my neck.

My orgasm erupts, and my walls tighten around him as my cries of pleasure become muffled by his hand. His tongue swipes over the spot where his teeth were, then his lips as he slows his fingers, trailing lazy kisses along my neck. He removes his hand from my mouth, firmly grasping my jaw and tilting my mouth to his. His lips caress mine with a soft yet commanding kiss. He removes his fingers, and I whimper in protest, feeling him smile against my mouth. Slowly, the kiss ends, and he pulls his head back. His eyes are hooded and full of desire as he glides thosetwo fingers that were buried in me into his mouth, causing a deep groan to rumble from him.

I don’t move. I can’t tear my eyes from him.

“Sweeter than honey,” he moans as he glides my dress back down. He turns me in his arms, and my brain is slow to wake up from my orgasm-induced fog as to what had just happened. His hand tucks a strand of my fallen hair behind my ear, his rough fingers delicately grazing along my jawline. “Don’t ever talk about another man being with what is mine. I am a possessive man, and I do not share. That goes for your ex. You speak of him, I will make you forget his name until your throat is hoarse from screaming my name.”

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