Page 17 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“Ma,” I growled in warning. “Whatever happens between Samara and me, that’s our business.”

She tilted her head, studying me a little closer. I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at her. Smiling, she gave another little lift of her shoulders. “Get to work, kiddo. You’re going to be late for the call.”

I found Samara in the conference room. Mugs of coffee sat in front of the two chairs facing the computer, which was logged in and waiting to connect to the meeting. The plans were already spread out, my notes placed neatly in front of my chair.

Tucking her hair behind one ear, she made a humming noise as she stood over the blueprints, her hip popped out, drawing my gaze. She was dressed in another skirt that molded to her ass. I could have happily stood there and looked at her all day in her pair of fuck-me-heels that made her legs look endless.

Fucking beautiful.

Leaning forward on her forearms to get a closer look caused her top to plunge, and I got a good view of her tits. She was wearing one of those half-cup bras that barely contained her gorgeous breasts.

What would she do if I pushed that skirt up over her lush ass and thrust balls deep into her? I could already imagine her wet heat sucking me deeper, locking around my shaft, contracting, squeezing until it was too painful to hold back.

No, if I took her like that, it would be over too soon. I wanted to sink to my knees behind her, taste all of her secrets, discover ones not even she knew about herself.

Unable to control my groan had her slowly lifting her thick lashes, those startling blue eyes climbing my body. A sultry smile teased her lips. Fuck, she was dangerous. “Good morning, boss man.”

I rubbed my hand over my mouth, surprised I wasn’t drooling. “It’s definitely better now.”

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My cock didn’t go down once during the hour-long video call. Having Samara beside me, listening to her ingenious ideas, the respectful and intelligent way she handled the client, smelling her hair whenever she shifted—goddamn, it was enough to keep me hyped up for a year.

As soon as the call ended, I couldn’t take another moment without touching her. She stood, but I caught her by the hips and lifted her onto the table. “Elias,” she laughed. “What are you—oh!”

Pushing her skirt up to her hips, I spread her silky thighs and saw the wet spot already on her panties. “Fuck, you smell good, baby girl.”

“I-I do?” she breathed.

“Mm, yeah. Delicious.” Lowering my head, I licked up the inside of her right thigh. But when I felt something rough, I jerked back.

I saw a red and brown scar that was at least two inches in diameter. I’d seen too many healed wounds not to know what had caused the injury.

Gunshot.

How the fuck had I missed that?

Grasping her knee to hold her in place when she tried to shift away, I inspected the outside of her leg. Sure enough, she had a similar scar but smaller. As pink as they both were, at a guess, I would have said it was something that had happened recently.

Looking up at her, I couldn’t miss the panic in her eyes. “Don’t ask,” she whispered. “Please, don’t ask.”

Stroking my thumb over the scar, I bent to kiss it. “Poor baby girl,” I soothed. “Does it still hurt?”

“No,” she choked out. I cocked a brow, detecting the lie. My breath brushed over her wet panties and she trembled, but I wasn’t going to kiss her sweet spot until I got the truth. “Okay, yes. It hurts. A little.”

I caressed my fingertips over the area around the scar. “Whatever you did to get this, you won’t do it again.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” she said, but I could sense it was just an evasive tactic.

My chest vibrated with my growl of displeasure. “You will not do it again, Samara. Promise me.”

“Elias.”

I cupped her pussy. “Promise.” The only answer I received was a needy little whimper. “Tell me, baby girl. Say ‘Yes, Daddy. I won’t ever do it again.’”

“Oh God,” she whined, her head falling back onto her shoulders. I pushed her panties aside so I could feel her, play with her needy little clit.

“Say it, Samara,” I commanded.

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