Page 140 of Sassy Love
“Look, I understand you have to fight for everything. But I’m not one of those things. There’s no fight here. I come willingly. Always will.”
A sob slips from her, and she moves a little closer, her hand resting on my wrist.
I track my knuckle over her cheek, and her eyes flutter closed.
“I made you a promise, Princess. And fuck, I intend on keeping it.”
“What happens when we don’t make the quota tonight? Serelle will still let one of us go... If I stay, you’ll resent me. If I go, I’ll resent you. There’s no winning here, Lawson.”
“We haven’t even crossed that bridge yet. Why are you doing this?”
She pulls away and hugs herself. “Because! There is no way we’re making a million.”
“Hell, someone probably already put a cool million on Milo. If Rubes is smart, and we both know she is, she’ll auction Griff and Dex off as a set, that’ll surely get us over the line. You’ll see.”
“No, I won’t. I can’t risk Millie’s security or my career.”
“I would never ask you to. Will you please at least wait until the donations are tallied? Give me that much, please.”
She looks everywhere around the room, avoiding my gaze as I close in on her. She backs into the wall, and I cage her in. “I will find a way. I won’t let you down, Captain.”
She tilts her head, her face twisting.
She knows about the captain thing?
Ruby.
Fuck me.
Her fingers tremble as they ghost over my jaw. Searching my face, she opens her mouth to say something but rolls her lips before worrying that bottom lip through her teeth.
“Please, baby. You could break my heart, but I would really rather you didn’t,” I breathe.
“Fucking Anna,” she utters, her chest heaving under choppy breaths.
“I like Anna. She gave me this little moment.”
“Fuck it.” She palms my face, drawing my mouth down to hers.
I crowd her against the wall. Devouring her mouth, I splay my hands over her ribs. The thin material of her silky dress offers no barrier as her warm skin burns into my palms.
I drift my thumb over a pert nipple straining against the material. She whimpers, sagging a little, and I put my leg between hers, holding her up. I run a hand up her thigh that’s hosting an almost indecent slit in her long, shimmery dress.
A little moan slips from her lips when I find her panties.
Soaked.
“Fuck, Princess.” I sweep two fingers through her wet center. Dropping my head, I tug her dress down to find her braless. Sweet fucking Christ. I close my mouth over a pert nipple as she rocks on my leg, chasing friction.
“Laws,” she rasps. “Table.”
I scoop her up and stride three paces to the oval table, putting her down on it. As I lean back to adjust my position, she slams a hand into my chest.
“Fuck you, Lawson Rawlins, for making me fall in fucking love with you.” She seethes through rapid breaths. “Before your stupid handsome face and kind big-ass heart, I was completely fine on my own. Now... look at me.”
“I am, baby, and you look edible.”
“I am not edible. I’m ropable.”
