Page 52 of Killian
Ellie
“I orderedthe cases of Jack, Jim, and Jose.”
Corey started laughing on the other end of the phone line. “Oh, them boys.”
“You know I love when you talk about my lovers.” I chuckled into the phone then heard a low growl. Looking up from the couch where my laptop was perched on my legs, Killian stood in the kitchen, his eyes breathing fire at me.
He was so damn possessive. Even talking to a friend and making a joke, he did not like one bit. Smoke practically came out of his ears.
Call me crazy, but it was a bit of a turn-on. I decided to twist it just a little bit.
“So whose night is it? Jose? I’m ready.”
Killian stalked to me, taking in my face. With whatever he saw there, probably humor, he picked me up and placed me on his lap. “Hey…!” I cried out.
“What’s going on?” Corey asked on the other end of the line. Funny how I was deep in the conversation with her, then one move from Killian and I forgot about the damn phone.
“You about done?” he asked into my ear then swiped his nose along the shell of it. Damn shivers took over me. Just one damn move, and he was all that entered my brain.
“Hello!” Corey called from the other end of the line.
I cleared my throat. “Nothing. I’ll have the orders done in the next hour. You get the schedules up and going, then send them to me, and I’ll look them over. Good?”
“Uhh … yeah.” She paused. “Want to tell me why you have a hitch in your voice?”
Killian started shaking under me. The damn man was laughing. He must have been able to hear what Corey was saying through the phone.
“She has to go,” Killian replied through the laughter.
“Woman. You always get the good ones. Later.” Corey ended the call.
“Killian, don’t do that shit.”
His strong arms pulled me closer to his warm hard body. “She can take care of your boys. You’ll be busy.”
Killian showed me exactly how busy I was for the next hour, taking his time and exploring my body. The man was thorough, not leaving an inch of my skin untouched.
* * *
The doorbell wentoff as Killian rose from the recliner and made his way over. Calm and peaceful was how I’d describe the last few hours. After Killian screwed me ten ways to Sunday, I got back to work, and Killian pulled a football game up on the television. It wasn’t my team, go Ravens, but that didn’t mean I didn’t watch my fair share while I worked.
Killian pushed the button on the monitor, and Ollie appeared on the screen. Killian opened it, greeting him. Ollie stepped into the room.
“Hey,” I called out.
He lifted his chin, giving me that badass ‘hello’ without any words.
“We need to talk,” Ollie said to Killian who nodded and started to lead the way out of the living room.
Oh no, he didn’t.
Pulling the blanket off of me, I hopped up and stated, “I want to know what’s going on.”
“Business,” Killian tried, but in my gut, I knew whatever Ollie had to say had to do with me.
“No, you don’t. It’s about me, and I want to know.”
Killian said nothing, and neither did Ollie. So I did. “If you don’t do it out here, I’ll just listen at the door,” I threatened, knowing they were going to Killian’s office and would shut the door.
