Page 221 of Tempting Little Thief

Might have to help the girl out, stirring him up a bit and see what comes of it.

“Nervous?”

I look over at Bronx, lifting a brow. “Do I look nervous?”

She leans forward in the giant stretch Hummer they’ve switched to rather than taking separate town cars. “You look delicious.”

A smirk pulls at my lips, and I lean back, wiping at the Greyson ring on my finger. “I’m good, girl. Ready to get this shit over with so I can get back to work.”

“How’s the interrogation going, by the way?” Delta wonders.

I look to Ander, and he grins at his woman, jiggling his busted-up knuckles in front of her face.

“Going pretty damn good.” I laugh. “Your boy is … convincing.”

Alto scoffs and Anders’s grin grows wicked, but I’m not touching that shit. That’s between them, but I’ll admit, I’d like to hear the story of how their little relationship came to be.

I look to my woman, knowing damn well I couldn’t handle sharing her with someone else.

I don’t even like it when she touches herself ’cause I want to be the one to do it.

Sensing my eyes on hers, she looks my way, and my eyes fall to her throat when it bobs with a soft swallow she tries to hide.

She’s up to something, and it’s got nothing to do with the little box she swiped from my pocket when she came to me in my room … which is exactly why I put it in my left pocket, to begin with.

It’s probably burning a hole in her pocket, wondering what’s inside. I know she knows it’s not a ring. My brand is on her fucking ass and neck, hers on my neck and right hand. The world will never question if she’s taken or mine. They will know.

Eventually, I’ll tie her to me in the ways other people think are the most important and change her last name to Bishop, but I don’t need a piece of paper or a party to show she belongs to me.

She just fucking does and that’s never going to change.

But I think she’ll enjoy the jewelry inside that black velvet cube almost as much as I’ll enjoy feeling her put it on me.

Who knew they made pick piercings with initials on the tips?

Tonight, my cock will gleam with her name and then her lips with my cum.

As we pull up to the campus, it’s like a fucking ghost town outside.

All the students are already inside, seated in the gym, just waiting for their queens and future chancellor to make their entrance, and I’ve changed the security measures for the estate.

There are no less than two dozen men scattered all around at all times, but you should never see them unless they’re the ones at the entrance gate. Other than that, they’re to be shadows—always there but never found. If they can’t manage, they are cut loose.

Rocklin isn’t aware, but I’ve also replaced several staff members with men Enzo vouched for. The man has proven to be more useful than I expected.

We climb out as a group, and I don’t look behind me. I’ll never get used to the gang of suits that follow my footsteps, but it comes with being the boss.

And I am the fucking boss.

The top dog.

The “go-to guy” took on another meaning and I ain’t mad about it.

Rocklin squeezes my arm and I watch as she and the girls file inside, going ahead of us to make their entrance.

Buttoning the final button on my suit jacket, I slick my hands through my hair and look left. Hayze nods his chin.

I look right, and Kylo nods his.

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