Page 95 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
She laughed. “Nope, I’ll text. You might be busy.”
“Nice to meet you.” Her eyes narrowed. “If you mess with her, I will fuck you up. Trust and believe, you don’t want those problems.”
Emir chuckled and pulled me against his chest, resting his chin on top of my head.
“Nah. I don’t want those problems.”
“Good.” She turned back to me. “Be good.”
Emir’s grip on my waist tightened. “She can’t promise you that.”
My mouth dropped open, but Rachelle just laughed, as she walked toward the car.
Once she was gone, we headed back inside. Emir locked up, then I had all his attention. His eyes settled on me for a moment before he spoke.
“You told her, didn’t you?”
I froze for half a second. “Huh…?”
“You told her about me?”
I hesitated. “I… yeah. Is that okay?”
He studied me, then nodded. “That’s your girl. And I’d assume you wouldn’t have if you didn’t trust her.” He paused. “But what I do versus details of how I do it is very different. You know that, right?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t be specific. I won’t ever be.”
“Then we’re good.”
Before I could respond, he tugged me forward, gripping my waist and pressing me against him.
“Now, let’s be bad. I had a long day, and according to all your texts, you missed me.”
I smiled, looping my arms around his neck. “Maybe a little.”
He lifted me effortlessly with one arm under my thigh, the other pressed at my back.
I locked my legs around him.
“Just a little?”
I nodded and he smiled sexily. “Then I’m about to give youa lotso we can fix that.”
I laughed softly as he carried me toward his room, perfectly content with showing him just how much I had missed him.
Chapter
Eighteen
Emir
Shit was crazy.
But no matter how chaotic things currently were, I liked having Baylyn here.
Going to bed with her body wrapped around mine and waking up to her mouth wrapped around my dick was something I could damn sure get used to. It wasn’t just the physical. I wantedherhere. It felt right and she was a part of what made my house feel like I belonged here.
The thought had me staring at the ceiling, hands resting behind my head, thinking about how much I loved the idea of us. So much that it pissed me off knowing eventually, once Ihandled this thing with Trent, she could choose to go back to the normalcy of her life.
