Page 9 of Case Closed
"It’s a dress,” I protest with a laugh. I can't help but get turned on a tiny bit by his obvious jealousy.
His possessiveness is something I’ve always craved deeply. With any other man it wouldn’t be possible, but with Taylor, it all makes sense. This is the way it’s supposed to be.
“I’m willing to bet my life that my own shirt is bigger.”
“Well, of course your shirt is bigger. You’re a giant that…” I trail off when I take in his shirt, and it clicks into place. He saw my pumpkin costume. He knew I was coming to the party dressed as a pumpkin. Of course he did. “Taylor,” I gasp and put my hand over my mouth. I’m trying to smother my laughter as I read off what it says in bold letters across his chest. “Peter, Peter.”
“The pumpkin eater,” Taylor finishes as he reaches for me.
He pulls me against his big body, and I let myself melt right into him. He claims my mouth in a kiss that’s probably not suitable for public consumption. He doesn’t care, though. He kisses me like it’s the first time he’s seen me in years.
I kiss him back just as fiercely as I slide my hands up his chest and link them at the back of his neck. I’m aware that the entire office, along with many clients and influential figures in the city, can see us, but that doesn’t seem to force us apart.
“Peter,” I gasp when we break apart.
“I’ll let that slide this one time,” he warns as his hand goes to my ass. Yeah, I knew he wouldn't like another man's name on my lips.
“Or what?” I puff out my bottom lip, teasing him.
“Or I won’t eat your pussy.”
“Liar!” I laugh, and he squeezes my ass.
He leans down to nuzzle my neck. “It’s not a lie. I’d just have to eat your ass instead.” Taylor nips at my neck, making me suck in a deep breath.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” I whisper.
“I’ll eat every inch of you, pumpkin.”
“I know,” I tell him, and he lifts his head to look down at me.
“You know?” He looks at me for confirmation, and I nod.
“I’ve known for a while, and I’m sorry for the chase,” I tell him honestly.
“I’ll always chase you,” he says, and I nod. “With me you’ll never have a single fear.” He looks down at my costume and shakes his head. “This outfit, though. I can’t let you into the party dressed this way.”
“Wait a second.” I grip his shirt. “You don’t get to caveman me yet.” His lips tilt up on the side, letting me know I was right. My body is still on edge and needy for us to finish what was started last night. “Give me a couple of minutes.” I hold up two fingers, wiggling them, and he reaches out, putting one down. I pretend to think it over before shouting, “Deal!”
I spin back around and notice a lot of people are still glancing our way. I’m sure a lot of them were shocked by our public display of affection. In the office I keep it professional for the most part, but especially with clients and other lawyers.
A few called me cold, but sometimes a girl has to be cold to not get walked over. I knew from the day I started working here that it would be a strong possibility. With how young I was and with my cousin being one of the partners, it could have held me back.
Taylor never saw me that way. He sees me better than I can see myself.
“Give me a little lift,” I tell him, tapping the front desk that sits at the entrance to the offices.
This area is open to the rest of the floor and surrounded by different offices and conference rooms. From on top of the desk I should be able to see everyone and they won’t be able to miss me.
Taylor easily lifts me, and I smile down at him before addressing the crowd.
“Evening, everyone,” I call out over the noise, and everyone gets quiet. People come forward as they turn their attention toward Taylor and me. “I just wanted to let everyone know that Taylor is obsessed with me, and I’m going to put him out of his misery by moving in with him.”
Everyone is quiet for a second as they try to piece together what’s happening.
“It’s true,” Taylor confirms loudly, and then everyone bursts into cheers.
“Okay, now you can caveman me,” I order, and he grabs me off the desk.
