Page 99 of Jagger's Remorse
"Close," she gasps, walls fluttering around me. "So fucking close. Tell me—tell me I'm yours."
"Mine," I growl, increasing my pace. "Every inch of you. Every breath. Every victory. Mine."
"Yours," she agrees, then her back arches and she's coming, my name on her lips like a prayer.
I follow her over, burying myself deep as I empty into her, marking her from the inside out.
We stay there, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. I can feel her heartbeat everywhere we're connected.
"We're going to get caught one day," she murmurs, pressing lazy kisses to my jaw.
"Probably."
"You don't sound worried."
"Why would I be? You're mine. I'll fuck you where I want, when I want."
She grins, sharp and pleased. "Possessive bastard."
"You love it."
"Maybe." She clenches around me deliberately, making me groan. "Maybe I just love?—"
The door opens without warning.
Raven stands there, taking in our disheveled state with knowing eyes.
Her gaze travels from Scarlett's position on the table to my hands still gripping her thighs.
"When you two are done christening the furniture," she says dryly, "Squirrel wants to go over security for tonight."
Scarlett doesn't even blush.
Just smooths down her skirt and hops off the table, my release already dripping down her thighs.
"Tell him five minutes. I need to make myself presentable."
"Honey, that ship has sailed." But there's almost warmth in Raven's voice. "Your hair looks like you've been electrocuted."
"Hazard of the job," Scarlett quips, attempting to finger-comb her hair into submission.
"Which job? Negotiating or fucking?"
"Yes."
Raven actually snorts—might be a laugh—before her eyes land on Scarlett's ruined panties on the floor. "And clean up your mess. This is where we conduct business."
"This was business," Scarlett counters. "Team building exercise."
"Is that what we're calling it now?" Raven shakes her head, but I swear she's fighting a smile. "Five minutes. Don't make me come back."
She leaves, pulling the door firmly shut behind her.
"I think she's warming up to me," Scarlett comments, cleaning herself up with tissues from her purse.
Honestly, Raven should be.
It’s been a month since everything went down with Diego.
