Page 69 of Fury
"Come for me," he demands, his voice tight with restraint. "Now, Livie."
My release crashes through me, my inner muscles clamping down around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. He follows moments later, his body tensing as he drives himself impossibly deeper.
For several heartbeats, we stay frozen in that position, both trying to catch our breaths. Then he carefully withdraws, turning me to face him with unexpected tenderness.
"You okay?" he asks, smoothing my hair back from my flushed face.
I nod, feeling boneless and sated. "That was…"
"Fucking incredible," he finishes, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead as he helps straighten my clothes.
Once we're both presentable again, he retrieves the forgotten lunch bag from the floor. "We should probably actually eat something," he says with a grin that makes my heart flip. "Keep up your strength."
I laugh, still feeling the pleasant aftershocks of our encounter as I perch on the edge of the desk. "Is this going to become a regular occurrence? Lunchtime visits?"
"Would you object if it did?" He unpacks sandwiches and drinks, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.
"Not at all," I admit, accepting the food he offers. "Though my productivity might suffer."
His smile turns wicked. "Worth it."
It’s been a while since we heard that Diane was spotted in town and we haven’t heard anything since.
I’m trying not to think about the fact that something horrible could be happening to her.
We eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, both lost in our own thoughts. I find myself checking my phone again, scrolling through my call history where Diane's number sits with multiple outgoing calls and no returns.
"Still nothing?" Greyson asks, noticing my frown.
I shake my head. "I've tried calling her several times since you told me she was spotted. Nothing's been returned." I bite my lip, conflicted. "Maybe she was just passing through town. Or maybe…"
"Don't," Greyson says firmly, taking my hand. "Don't torture yourself with maybes. If Diane's smart, she's long gone by now."
I nod, though the worry still gnaws at me. Despite everything she did, the thought of her in danger sits heavy in my chest.
We finish our lunch, Greyson glancing at his watch with reluctance. "I should get back. We have a club meeting this afternoon."
As we step out of the office, I freeze in the doorway. Sitting in the salon's waiting area are Cassandra and Tiana, both watching us with knowing expressions. Tiana's face bears a particularly shit-eating grin that makes heat rush to my cheeks.
"Well, well," she drawls, eyes flicking between us and the office we just emerged from. "Productive lunch break?"
Cassandra elbows her but can't quite hide her own smirk. "We were just stopping by to see if you wanted to grab coffee, but clearly you've been… busy."
Greyson, completely unruffled, slides his arm around my waist. "Ladies," he greets them, sounding entirely too pleased with himself. "What brings you by?"
"Originally? Coffee with Livie," Tiana replies, her grin widening impossibly. "Now? The satisfaction of confirming that the salon's back office is getting as much action as the clubhouse chapel."
"Tiana!" I hiss, mortification washing over me as I notice my receptionist pretending very hard not to listen.
Cassandra stands, gathering her purse. "We should go. Clearly our timing is terrible."
"Or perfect," Tiana counters, winking at Greyson. "Depending on your perspective."
Greyson chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. "I'll see you tonight," he murmurs, his voice low enough that only I can hear. "We'll finish what we started."
He nods to the women and strides out, every inch the confident MC president who just thoroughly claimed his woman in the middle of a workday.
"So," Tiana starts once he's gone, linking her arm through mine and steering me toward the back room. You can tell us all about how my cousin is keeping that smile on your face."
