Page 10 of Big Bold Security

Chapter Six

Maverick

I feel her the second she walks in.

I am sparring in the boxing ring when I feel her. I don’t know how it happens but all the hairs on the back of my neck stand when I catch a whiff of her scent. I turn around and see her leaning against the wall, watching me.

The office workout area is an open plan with two boxing rings and other workout equipment. Most of the men that work for me served in the military and know how important it is to stay fit.

I wave at Scarlett before turning back to the ring. We spar for a few more minutes until sweat is dripping down my face and my body aches from the workout.

When I finally make my way to Scarlett, I am surprised to see her glaring at me. I grab a towel and wipe my hair as I approach.

“Hey.”

“I told you to take it easy on your arm, it’s injured, remember?” she scolds, her words quieting when I lean in and brush my lips over hers. My hard cock strains against my shorts and I fight the urge to pull her flush against me and grind into her.

We’re in public. It takes everything in me to remember that. Whenever I am around her everything else fades away.

“Did you come here straight from the hospital?” I grunt against her lips.

“Hmm, yeah. I would probably like it better there if they didn’t drain out all my will and strength to live.”

Her words, even said in jest, have me backing up to look at her. She does look exhausted; with dark bags under her eyes.

My baby.

“How about I grab a shower and then drive you home? It’s already late and you need to get some rest.”

I see the protest in her eyes and wait patiently for her to voice it. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“That’s the beauty of being the boss, I can always leave when I want to,” I say, leaning down and brushing my lips against hers one last time before completely pulling back. “You can wait for me in my office, okay? I’ll be there when I finish cleaning up.”

There is a small smirk playing over her lips that has me raising a single brow. “But I like you sweaty.”

“Do you, now?”

“Yeah, I do. Earlier, when you were boxing, I wanted to scold you for abusing your body so much but…” she steps closer and runs her neatly trimmed nails over my abs before leaning in and whispering into my ear. “But you looked so damn hot with your hair mussed up, sweat dripping down your face, and… it made my knees weak, seeing you like that.”

A shudder slips down my back at her words and I resist the urge to push her against the wall and fuck her in plain sight. It’s hard, restraining myself around her. I slip my hand around her and run my fingers through her long silky midnight-black hair before dropping my forehead to hers.

She’s beautiful.

God, it goes beyond her beauty. Scarlett feels like a drug and I’m hooked on her. Hooked on the feeling of being with her. I close my eyes and clench my teeth in an attempt to regain whatever control I have left.

“I’ll grab a shower and then take you home, okay?”

“Will you come in this time?”

“Yes,” I whisper, pushing her against the wall so she can feel how badly I want her. “All the way in.”

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Scarlett is heaving and cursing up a storm by the time we make it to her apartment. I expect her to be out of steam but she is still livid.

“I can’t believe they haven’t fixed that damn elevator yet. I deal with Meredith all day and when I get home the last thing, I need is to climb three billion flights of stairs.”

She kicks her shoes off and one flies in the air but she doesn’t bother to stop to see where it lands. It’s hard to hide my amusement as she stomps around her tiny apartment. She crashes into a coffee table and the poor furniture almost tips over.

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