Page 82 of Erik's Redemption
“But you didn’t. And you won’t. She’s yours, and she’ll stay yours.”
He forced air into his lungs, wishing he could cement his friend’s words as truth.
“I’ll let you go,” she said. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help, even if it’s just bodyguard duties so you can do a workout.”
“Thanks, Rach.”
He hung up, his gaze catching on the email from Chandler that had come in yesterday morning. It had all the details of the job he was supposed to do with Rachel, as well as all the current information he could find on the organization. He still couldn’t believe the fuckers had resurrected the trafficking ring.
He cursed and clicked into it, reading the intel again. He wanted to do this job. He wanted to kill every one of the bastards. But Hannah was more important to him, and he didn’t trust anyone else with her safety.
It was only when he heard Hannah and her friends head to the front door that he finally clicked out. He didn’t have to wait long for her to step into the office doorway.
She gave him a small smile. “Hey.”
He leaned back in his seat. “Everything okay?”
“Mm-hmm. Are you reading over the job you’re doing with Rachel?”
“I’m not doing the job anymore.”
Her brows rose. She closed the distance between them. “I’m sure someone else can—”
“No, Angel. I’m not leaving you.”
She sat on the edge of the desk, and immediately he tugged her to his lap, her legs straddling him. She still wore his T-shirt that she’d slept in, and it rode up to her hips.
His fingers tightened on her waist. “I can’t even comprehend the idea of leaving you alone after last night.” He leaned forward and touched a kiss to her cheek, then her neck.
Her breathing stuttered. He lowered his mouth to her breast to flick his tongue over her nipple through the material of the shirt.
This time her breath stopped. “Erik…”
“You are my entire world. You’re the sun. The moon. The stars that shine through the dark night sky.” He wrapped his lips around her pebbled bud and sucked.
Hannah whimpered, her chest pushing into him.
After slipping his hands under the shirt, he slid them up her sides until he cupped her breasts, then switched his mouth to her other breast, taking the nipple between his lips, nipping and teasing.
Her breaths quickened and her chest rose beneath his mouth.
He lowered one hand and slid his fingers into her panties, where he stroked her clit. She jolted, her thighs widening. So he did it again.
Her fingers slid into his hair, pulling at the strands.
“You are all I need,” he whispered, slipping a finger inside her, loving how wet she was for him already.
Her inhale was loud. “You might start needing more one day.”
He pulled his finger out, then pushed it back in, his thumb moving over her clit. “You’re all I’lleverneed, Angel. You and me forever.”
When he felt a slight tension in her body, he frowned and lifted his gaze, but before he could ask what was going on in herbeautiful head, she leaned in and kissed him, her fingers moving to the waistband of his sweatpants and pulling him out.
Every muscle in his body strained as she glided her fingers over his cock, her mouth nipping and sucking his lips. He growled and tore her delicate panties, ripping them off her—which was becoming a regular habit—before lifting her up, setting his tip to her entrance, and easing her back down.
Her body stretched around him. This was it. This was as close as he’d ever fucking get to redemption. To peace and calm.
He yanked the shirt over her head. Then he palmed her ass and began to move her up and down. Then he dropped his head, taking one bare nipple between his lips and sucking, rolling the tight bud with his tongue.
