Page 168 of Reaper's Rival

“Out,” he growled, and hearing him only made my heart tighten and my core burst into flames.

A number of the staff that Kim hired quickly exited and Reaper closed the door behind them. My hand moved under his shirt across his chiseled abs. I was touching him in haste and greed. Wanting more. I lowered my head and kissed his neck, right where my name was tattooed.

He wiped the counter of its contents and lowered me to it. As his fingers undid my zipper, his warm fingers across my skin sent a wave of desire over me. God, I needed him.

His wet lips landed on mine again, and in the heat of the moment, they traveled down my neck, stopping at my collarbone. He gripped my dress and pulled it out from under me.

Then he stopped. Froze.

“Fuck me,” he hissed, his eyes glued on me.

My cheeks heated up. Of course he would love what Kim bought. I wasn’t much into Victoria’s Secret, but Kim was, so she knew exactly what to buy. I was in a black corset with a matching G-string and straps that connected to my tights. Kim said I was smoking hot in it. I felt overdressed. My hands slowly pushed his leather cut off his shoulders and he let it drop to the floor.

“I’m planning on it.” I pulled him in by the buckle of his belt. And then I pulled his head down to mine, claiming his lips. It only took a couple of seconds for him to switch back on.

Chapter 49

Abby

I woke up. Normally this wouldn’t be a big thing, but when I went to curl into Reaper, he wasn’t there. It didn’t matter that we only went to sleep three hours ago. It didn’t matter that I knew deep down he would never leave me if he didn’t have to. My brain was too busy going crazy with the possibilities.

I threw the blankets back just as the bathroom door opened up.

Reaper was standing there, his hair dripping wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. He frowned.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, of course not.” That was somewhat of a lie. “Why are you up?” I thought after yesterday we deserved a long sleep in. The party went for hours and was still going by the sounds of it.

“It’s eight.” He slipped on his black jeans, then a tee shirt. Wasn’t till I saw the packed bag that my heart sank.

“You’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question. He was up because he was leaving.

“Yeah, at nine.” He gave me a half smile, and that was all it took. I burst into tears.

“You should have woken me! You shouldn’t have let me sleep! We only had a couple of hours together, and you let me sleep them away!” Tears were rolling down my cheeks. The anxiety I was feeling was suffocating me.

Why was it I could face down a target with a steady hand, hell, I could take two deep breaths and kill a man in a car chase, but the thought of him leaving me suffocated me? I couldn’t handle it.

Reaper was at my side in a second and the next thing I knew, he was lifting me onto his lap.

“Come on, Abby, you are stronger than this.”

“I don’t want to be stronger. I want you to stay!”

“You know I can’t.” He wiped the tears away with his thumbs. “It will only be a couple of weeks.”

“You say that, but my stomach is telling me something else.”

“I didn’t know our baby was talking yet.” He cracked a smirk at me, causing me to roll my eyes.

“You know what I meant.”

“Well, your gut is wrong. Jacobs will be easy to track down. I’ll handle it, and then I’ll be back for you,” and he put a hand on my stomach, “and you.”

I linked my hand with his. “That’s all I want.” I took a settling breath. He would come back and then we could go back to living our life with one extra person.

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