Page 53 of Saving Saul

Of course, he wouldn’t do the dirty work himself.

"Roll it down."

Saul doesn’t move right away. When he does, it’s with the calculated calm of a man who’s already decided he won’t be bullied. He rolls the window down just enough to talk.

"Evening, officer." His tone is polite but clipped, uninterested in pleasantries. "Something I can help you with?"

The cop tilts his head, clearly irritated. "Step out of the vehicle."

Saul doesn’t blink. "Not until you tell me why you pulled me over."

The air inside the car thickens. I grip my pearls tighter.

The officer’s jaw tightens, but before he can escalate, his partner—who looks far less eager to throw his weight around—approaches, murmuring something low in his ear. Whatever he says has an immediate effect.

The first officer’s expression sours. He glares at Saul, then flicks a glance toward me. Before leaving, he says, "You can’t hide behind your money forever, Mensah."

Saul chuckles, slow and dark. "I don’t need to hide," he replies smoothly. "But you might want to tell your boss to check with his boss before trying this stunt again."

And then, just like that, they walk away.

Confusion swirls inside me, and I watch them return to the patrol car. "What just happened?"

Saul smirks, shifting the car into gear. "The mayor called."

I stare at him, my mind spinning.That’s who he had on speed dial."Who the hell are you?"

He leans over the console, the heat of his body pulling me in, his lips brushing mine with a teasing softness that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Yours," he murmurs against my lips.

I want to argue, to warn him that Antoine isn’t the type to take a loss lightly. That he’ll be back, and probably worse next time. But when Saul kisses me again, slow and thorough, my thoughts blur, replaced by the warmth of his mouth and the quiet promise in his touch.

Antoine might be relentless. But Saul?

Saul is unstoppable.

Thirty minutes later,the car slows, and my breath catches as the home comes into view. It’s not just a cabin—it’s a masterpiece. The exterior gleams with cedar logs, black steel accents, and massive windows that reflect the shimmering lake stretching out behind it. A wraparound porch hugs the structure, inviting and serene like it’s been waiting for us.

Saul parks the car, cuts the engine, and steps out gracefully, quickening my pulse. He offers me his hand, guiding me towardthe front door—bronze with a lion’s head knocker that feels both regal and intimidating.

Inside, he punches in what seems like a million codes on the alarm pad, the soft beeps blending into the faint sounds of the lake beyond. Then he turns to me, and before I can take in the rest of the cabin, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against him.

His kiss is fire and control, stealing my breath and scattering my thoughts. His lips press against mine with a hunger that leaves me clinging to his shoulders. The world tilts on its axis as I lose myself in him.

When he finally pulls back, my head spins, my breath shallow as I meet his intense gaze.

“Take me to bed,” I command, my voice soft but firm. His response is immediate.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs, his tone laced with reverence and heat.

He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me deeper into the house, where the only thing left to focus on is us.

GOTTA GET YOU HOME TONIGHT

SAUL

Once we reach my bedroom,I don’t let her go right away. Instead, our lips meet in a dance of desire that reverberates through the room. The kiss ignites a fire within me, a primal need for her that I can no longer contain. Tessa's response is immediate, her body arching into mine as she reciprocates with a fervor that matches mine.

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