Page 10 of Claiming Lily (Claiming 2)

Chapter Five

Callum

Three hours later, I’m still trying to come to terms with what Lily shared with me earlier.

As soon as she returned to her own office, I put in a call to my good friend in Houston and what he told me about Miller Cooper made the blood boil hotter and faster in my veins. I’m now even more determined to expose him for the sexual predator he is.

I stand and stretch, crossing the office to the window overlooking the outside parking lot. Stuffing my hands in my pockets, I watch as Lily walks to her car, climbs inside, and drives off into the early evening dusk.

Damn, my curvy angel has done a number on me.

Watching her come apart in my arms earlier had my cock going from zero to nine-inch hero in 0.2 seconds flat. I wanted her so fucking bad I had to grit my teeth against the urge to throw her on the floor and rut into her like a wild animal. But our first time together isn’t going to be some rushed coupling on the floor of my office. No, she deserves flowers and champagne, a soft bed and silk sheets where I can fuck her all night long.

I check my phone. 5:30 PM. That’s early for me, but I decide to call it a day. I make my way out of the office, nodding to the cleaning staff as they go about their end-of-day duties. Bypassing the elevator, I take the stairs down to the underground parking lot and climb behind the wheel of the Porsche. I hit the ignition, and it starts with a throaty purr.

My thoughts once again return to Lily as I guide the Porsche through the evening traffic. I feel like I've been waiting for her all my life. I’ve always known I’d fall quick and hard when I met ‘the one.” She’s my perfect woman, with her keen mind and contagious personality, all wrapped up in a beautiful, curvy package.

Easing the Porsche through the busy streets, I reach the secure underground parking lot beneath my apartment. I nod to the door attendant and take the elevator to the penthouse suite. The doors slide open, and I step into the entrance hall, heading straight through to the open-plan living space. Darkness has fallen, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reveal a spectacular view of San Antonio at night. The multitude of colors that blink and flicker across the city always calm me after a busy day in the office, but tonight the view feels empty. Something is missing. Someone is missing.

Lily.

I pour a finger of whiskey into one of the crystal-cut tumblers and toss it back, enjoying the slight burn from the spirit. I pour myself another, shrugging off my suit jacket, loosening my tie, and sinking onto the leather sofa with a weary sigh. I have a mother of a tension headache. The whiskey will help, but I’d much rather have Lily's soft hands easing the tightness from my shoulders. I plan to make that a reality soon enough.

I glance at the clock on the living room wall—7 PM. I head for the shower and then make myself a light meal before catching up on some paperwork.

If everything goes to plan, Lily will get to slay a demon on Friday along with all those self-doubts she’s still carrying.

Then I plan to make her mine.

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