Page 164 of Salvage Him
"What about the shit you don't even know about yet?" I asked. "We can't deal with this right now. Leave me your card. I'll have my business manager contact you." I steppedtowardhim.
Brooklyn had a grip onmyarm.
I pointed at him instead. "I would suggest you stop whatever it is you're doing with their accounts until you hearfromhim."
The prick opened his mouth, but no soundcameout.
"You don't have a problem with that, do you?" Iasked.
He looked atBrooklyn.
Brooklyn's gaze was on me. She had that look in her eye. The one that made me feel like a king; she got off on me taking careofshit.
"Here's my card,”Robertsaid.
I took the card and shoved it in mypocket.
Robert set a folder down on the table and headed towardthedoor.
I turned back toBrooklyn.
Her chin rested on her chest. Her faraway look didn't match the funny smile playing onherlips.
"Well, at least he didn't lie about one thing," she said, her voicewavered.
"What was that?" Iasked.
"He did buy that house for me?" She blinked twice, and thetearsfell.
"Fuck," I said under my breath and cupped her cheek. I wanted to smash her body into mine and take all her pain away, but I couldn't. I didn't want to hurt her; I needed to hold her, take some of thepainaway.
I crawled into bedwithher.
She scooted over to the other side with agrunt.
"Easy," I said as I slid one hand under the pillow and the other under her night shirt and cupped her breast. "Isthisokay?"
"More than okay." She sighed and nuzzled closer as I placed my leg over hers. She clung to me, our faces inches away from eachother.
The tears hadstopped.
I kissed her cheek, and her nose and her lips. Ipulledaway.
She reached up andstoppedme.
I kissed her how she needed to bekissed.
She deepened the kiss and rocked her hips againstmycock.
I ran my palm over her hardenednipples.
She gave out a little whimper that made mydickache.
It felt good,toogood.
It took every bit of control left in my body, but we hadtostop.
