Page 117 of Point of Contention

Finally, I sighed. “I love you, too. I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Cabot nodded.

“No marriage.”

“I know.”

“No miniature Cabots running around.” Although, as I pictured the little black-haired, blue-eyed devils, they were kinda cute. “Not anytime soon,” I added. “I have alife.”

His lips twitched. “Noted.”

I exhaled loudly, and said, “And I don’t want Stella anywhere near here.”

“Understood.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Hips lips twitched. “You didn’t ask a question, Ms. Blake.”

My mouth dropped open, but he moved quickly, circling his arms around me as he rose to his feet. I twined my legs around his waist to hold on, but then he lowered my butt to the desk and leaned over me, caging me in his arms with his palms spread out on the desk on either side of my thighs.

“After the meeting with my lawyers, she’ll be escorted off the property and won’t be allowed back.”

“Good.”

“But I do have to go speak with her. Magnusson has to be handled, and Roderick Rombauer even more so. I need Stella and the information she has on them if I stand a chance at taking them down.”

I scowled at the thought of him going anywhere near Stella. Hell, I loathed the veryideaof that conniving bitch.

Finally, I said, “I’m coming with you.”

Cabot’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

“Oh?” I scoffed, then smiled sweetly. “What, she doesn’t like me?”

Cabot pinched the meat of my thigh and I jumped. “Ow.”

“She does not,” he said. “She’s madly jealous.”

“Good.”

“She hates how much I want you.”

“Oh?” I lifted an eyebrow. “And how much is that?”

His eyes danced with mirth. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

Without a second’s delay, I reached between us and cupped his cock, growling when I found it rock hard—

Someone knocked on the door and his gaze flicked behind me.

“Cabot,” Mina said on the other side of the door. “When you’re ready, my legal team is here.”

I sighed and Cabot met my gaze again, then I pushed up to kiss him. If nothing else, he’d walk into that meeting with the taste of me on his tongue. It was the closest—and most acceptable—thing to pissing on his leg to claim ownership.

That, and, when we broke the kiss and he grimaced as he adjusted himself before leaving his office, I smiled triumphantly. He’d enter that conference room with a hard-on that I was the cause of.

“Stop gloating,” he growled.

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