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by LP Lovell


  He pulls me off the desk and up against his hard body. His eyes are wild, feral even. He wants me, he needs me. I grasp the hem of his jumper and pull it up and over his head, he obliges in exposing that fucking amazing body to me. He’s run out of patience. He roughly shoves down his jeans and boxers, just enough to expose his cock. I love it when he’s impatient, it means I’m going to get it hard and fast. I’m not really a take your time kind of girl. As soon as he’s good to go, he grabs my waist, picking me up. My thighs automatically wrap around his hips, as my hands cling to his shoulders. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance, just begging to be let in. He turns and pins me up against the floor to ceiling glass windows of my office. Just when I expect him to give it to me all guns blazing, he pauses. He rests his forehead into the crook of my neck, his cock poised. His breathing is heavy as every muscle quivers under my fingers.

  “Theo.” I whimper. This is pure fucking torture.

  “Just…”

  “Please fuck me.” I cut him off. He pulls back, his expression fierce. His eyes blaze as he grits his teeth. He lets out a low animalistic growl as he surges into me. I throw my head back against the glass and cry out as he fills me completely. My entire body sighs in relief.

  One hand grips my thigh so hard, I’m sure I’ll bruise. The other winds into my hair, yanking my head to the side. He bites my neck, as he thrusts into me like a man possessed. This is how I like him. This is what I need from him, his unbridled passion, his desperation. I need to be able to unhinge him, and I can. His hand releases my hair and holds the side of my face, holding us cheek to cheek.

  “Fuck, Lilly.” He growls against my ear.

  I can feel my body starting to tighten, as my thighs start to tremble. He holds me firmly as my climax hits me hard. Everything explodes around me as stars dot my vision. He presses his hand over my mouth, silencing my loud cry. He buries his face in my neck and moans loudly as his entire body tenses and shudders. He eventually relaxes, and releases me from his hold. I slide down his body until my numb legs hit the floor. I stagger like a drunk to my office chair and collapse. Fuck. I don’t know if I will ever get used to the way that man fucks…like a train. I always feel like I’ve been hit with one when we’re done. I smile to myself, feeling utterly chilled out. Having him inside me is like the best kind of drug.

  “I’ll be back.” I say dreamily. I hop up and re-fasten my dress in place. I manage to make my way outside, to the toilet. It’s now nearly six, and most people have gone home. I keep my eyes down though. I can’t make eye contact. What if someone heard?

  I clean up the trail of come that is running down my thigh. Great, and I have no underwear. I should really learn to carry a spare pair around him.

  When I step back into the office, Theo is casually leant against my desk, reading something on it. His jeans are now fastened, but he’s still topless. He’s every woman’s fantasy. Everything about him is a weapon to a woman’s morale’s. I watch as his broad chest rises and falls, the Celtic art work that creeps over his chest seems so at odds with the man, but at the same time, so perfect. My eyes trail those perfect abs, which look as though they were carved from stone. I follow the line of his guide lines adorned with inked angel wings, angel my arse.

  “You’re staring sugar.” He says without looking up from the paper.

  I roll my eyes. “That’s kind of freaky when you do that, just so you know.”

  He smirks. “It’s not my fault you’re so obvious.”

  My stomach rumbles noisily, much to my embarrassment. He looks up at me and cocks an eyebrow. I shrug. He wordlessly starts digging through his take away bag.

  “It’s probably cold, but eat.” He hands me a box. I open it. Chicken Chow Mein, one of my favourites.

  “You only got chop sticks.” I moan.

  He smirks. “What, you can’t use chop sticks?”

  I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes at him. “No, and before you say anything, this is why forks were invented.”

  He laughs. “I can feed you if you like.” He cocks an eyebrow and flashes his ‘come hither’ smile.

  “See, you’re probably thinking that’s sexy. I’m thinking it makes me feel like I’m five.” I smile and turn on my heel.

  “Maybe I just like putting things in your mouth.” He calls after me as I step back out into the hallway. I can hear the smile in his voice. Boys!

  I go to the staff room and find a fork. Chop sticks, really? Who uses chop sticks? It’s just deliberately making life harder for yourself, and no, it’s not cool or cultured.

  I make my way back to the office. Theo hasn’t moved. He still looks like some Greek statue, the image of male perfection.

  “Why are you dealing with Hardy?” He meets my eyes, a frown carved into his features.

  “Um, because he’s my client.” I’m so bloody hungry. I pick up the plastic container of noodles and move around him to sit in my chair. I take a mouthful. Oh god, it’s just greasy goodness. I love it.

  He turns his body to face me. “I thought you dropped him.” His tone is tense, his words clipped. I swallow my mouthful and study him. Is he angry?

  “In the Wyatt case, yes.” I reply, my tone cool.

  He turns away from me and scowls at the papers in his hand. I lean forward and snatch them from his grasp. “You should not be reading confidential legal documents.” I snap.

  “You shouldn’t leave them on your desk.” Oh, he did not.

  I place the container of food on the desk and stand up. I move to the corner of the room, and unlock the filing cabinet, placing the papers inside. I take an extra few seconds before I turn and face him. When I do finally turn around, his blue eyes are fixed on me. He’s leant back against the desk, and his knuckle are white from gripping the desk so hard. Something has him riled, but right now I don’t give a fuck.

  “You do not get to come in here and start reading my stuff, and getting pissy because I have certain clients. Grow the fuck up.” I say calmly.

  His eyes blaze like a blue flame. “You told me you dropped Hardy.”

  “We did, but now he wants me to do some work for him, and seeing as you are not the only rich arsehole in London, Simmons is keen for me to work with him. This is my work, and it doesn’t concern you.” I grate.

  His expression becomes icy. “Everything about you concerns me.” He pushes himself off the desk and stalks toward me slowly, calculated.

  “Oh, fuck no. Do not start this shit!” I point at him. I don’t know what has him going all territorial on me, but I do not like the look on his face.

  He says nothing as he moves quietly in front of me. He places one hand on either side of my head, gripping the top of the cabinet and pinning me against it. His eyes meet mine. I’m gripped, and despite wanting to shrink away from the intensity of his stare, I can’t. “You are mine Lilly.” He says in that tone that drips with power. I swear I almost feel my temperature rise in a red haze. I can deal with his possessive dominant shit in most situations, but this is about my work. He does not get to do this here.

  I force myself to breath. In and out, in and out. “I am not a fucking possession.” I say through my clenched jaw. “I will work with whoever the fuck I want. You don’t like it, you know where the fucking door is.” I try to duck under his arm, but he moves and grabs me by my chin, forcing me to look at him. It’s a gesture I normally think nothing of. I know Theo would never hurt me, but given the expression on his face, it’s an aggressive move.

  “Don’t. Fucking. Do that.” He growls.

  “Fuck you.” I snap out.

  “Don’t start lashing out at me and running just because you don’t like what I have to say. There is no door. No way out. This is it. You promised me you wouldn’t run.” And there it is, just the merest hint of vulnerability in his voice. His hand moves from my jaw to the back of my neck. It feels like he’s holding on for dear life, as though I might disappear.

  My anger starts to dissipate, and as ra
tional thought creeps back in, I start to think more clearly. This isn’t normal for him, so why is he behaving like this? James Hardy. “I have my life Theo, you don’t own me. Why do you have such a problem with James Hardy?”

  There’s a long beat of silence. He leans in until his forehead is touching mine. He takes a deep breath, as though he’s trying to breathe me in, before he pushes away and turns his back on me. Jesus, I’m going to get whiplash at this rate.

  He folds his hands behind his head and turns to face me. His naked torso is stretched out on display.

  “Years ago, I accidentally fucked his fiancée.” He says. Oh, now it all comes out.

  “Great. And this affects me why?”

  His eyes meet mine, pleading with me. “He hates me. He wants revenge, and he’s made it clear that he will use you to get it.”

  I laugh, not because it’s funny, but because it’s ridiculous. “What, so you think James Hardy is going to try and what…hurt me?”

  He shakes his head. “No…look, I don’t know.”

  “So you think he’s going to try and sleep with me or something?” He doesn’t answer, but the sheepish look on his face tells me all I need to know. “Wow. You arsehole.”

  “No!” He rushes to me. “It’s not like that. I just… I don’t know what he’s capable of. He’s a prideful man, wealthy, powerful…I just, I don’t like you working with him.”

  I roll my eyes. “Theo, if I dodged every man whose girlfriend or fiancée you’d fucked, I’d be in isolation.”

  “I deserve that.” He mumbles.

  “It’s not a dig, it’s just fact. I’m yours, and I’m not going anywhere. I will tread carefully with Hardy, but I am not about to lose a valuable client. Please just trust me?” I decide not to divulge my strange conversation from earlier. Knowing what I now know, I have to wonder what the hell Hardy is up to. Why would he want me to get Theo on board, a man he clearly hates?

  He eyes me carefully for a few seconds and then nods his head. “Look, I should go, and leave you to work. I won’t be around for a couple of days.” His tone is standoffish. I understand that he feels insecure about this, but honestly, I have a career to think of. He’s a big boy. It’s unlike him to not be around for two days though. I’m usually fighting for my own space.

  I frown. “Where are you going?”

  He reaches out and strokes my cheek. “Just some business in Europe that I have to take care of. Very last minute. I’m flying out tonight and should be back by Sunday lunchtime.” He leans in and kisses my forehead. “I’ll swing by the flat on Sunday.” I get this sudden tightness in my chest, like a small panic that he won’t be here…which is ridiculous and pathetic on more levels than I care to think about.

  “Okay.” I nod, trying desperately to hide my disappointment.

  His eyes find mine, his face just inches from mine. My heart skips a beat. “I’m sorry baby, and I’m sorry about tonight, I just…I love you, more than anyone or anything.” I nod wordlessly. He presses his lips to mine in a slow, passionate kiss. He holds my face in both hands, as if I’m precious. “I love you.” He whispers against my lips.

  “I love you.” I press my lips to his one more time. He pulls away from me and picks up his jumper. He pulls it on and grabs his keys from my desk.

  “I expect you to eat all that food.” He smirks easily, fun, cocky Theo again.

  I roll my eyes. He laughs and moves to the door. The latch clicks shut with a heavy finality. I sit in my chair and release a breath. Shit. Being with that man is like riding one big arse fucking roller coaster. Everything with us is so intense. When we love it’s intense, and when we fight it’s intense. We’re like gunpowder, just waiting to go off at any point. I used to shy away from that, but now I think that maybe that’s what life is all about. I’ve been numb for so long, and now I want to feel everything that Theo has to offer me, the good, the bad and the ugly. We’re both in new territory, both prone to explosive outbursts and over dramatic reactions. If I’m ever going to work it out with someone though, then it’s going to be him.

  I’ll miss him whilst he’s away, and that scares me. Stupid, I know. I’m terrified that if I miss him, then I won’t be able to cope without him. He tells me there is no door, no way out, but there’s always an out isn’t there? Words are after all, exactly that, just words. I don’t think I could shield myself from him anymore, even if I wanted to. I’ve already admitted to myself that I need him, I’m just clinging to the girl who needed no-one, the girl who couldn’t be hurt, because she didn’t care. That girl was lost and lonely, but she was bullet proof. She was strong. This girl is stronger for having him beside me. I just have to try and trust that that is where he will always be, because without him, I worry that this girl might crumble.

  Strange how you can become so strong, yet so vulnerable at the same time.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  THEO

  “Dude, you have no booze on your plane. What the fuck?” Hugo whines as he raids, the now empty, liquor cabinet.

  “We are going to be in Monaco for twenty four hours. I need you sober. You’re supposed to be helping remember?”

  He pops his head up from inside the cabinet. “I feel totally jilted. A trip to Monaco you said. I thought it would be like the old days. Me, you, vodka and some serious amounts of trust fund pussy, but nooo…” He keeps talking, but I switch off.

  I glance at the text message I received from Lilly just before we took off: I’ll miss you. Xx. I smile, even as guilt niggles at me. I didn’t tell Lilly where I’m going. I bare face lied to her. I have good reason, but it still doesn’t sit well.

  I may not even find Jane. Lilly’s life has been disrupted so much over the last couple of weeks, I don’t want to stress her out over a possibility. There’s also an element of this that has nothing to do with Lilly. I want to find Jane, because she fucked me. I paid her to leave, and leave she did, but not before she kicked a massive fucking hornet’s nest. She has done nothing but hurt Lilly again and again. Nobody fucks with me or mine. This isn’t just me fixing something for Lilly. It’s personal.

  I have a general location for her. Miles is already out there. I sent him ahead to see what he could dig up. We need to get there, find her and get back. I don’t really like the way I left things with Lilly. I was a dick, and it didn’t go down well, unsurprisingly.

  Hugo flops down in the seat next to me with a dramatic sigh, and starts fiddling with the seat, pressing every button he can find.

  “Hugo!” I snap.

  He stops and rolls his eyes. “Ugh, seriously, what do you expect me to do without something to drink?”

  I glance sideways at him. “Seriously? There are other things to do besides drink.”

  “Yeah, fuck.” He holds his hands out. “But I don’t see any pussy. This is an alcohol free, cock only zone. God, it’s enough to make me want to kill myself.” He whines. Oh, this flight is going to be so much fun.

  We touch down in Monte Carlo at ten o’clock in the evening. I’ve already organised car hire, and a black Audi is waiting on the tarmac for us.

  “I’ll drive, seeing as you don’t actually know where my apartment is.” Hugo grins.

  “If you drive like a dick, I will kill you.” I point at his smug face.

  He rolls his eyes. “You act like you’ve never been in a car with me. You have, and I’d like to point out that you are still alive.”

  “The only time I get in a car with you is when I’m drunk, and a drunk man cannot be held accountable for his actions.”

  “No he cannot…thank fuck.” He laughs loudly as he opens the driver’s side door.

  “And, we’re on the wrong side of the road…please don’t crash.” I sigh, knowing damn well that anything I say will fall on deaf ears. At least he’s not driving his five hundred horse power Lambo. That is truly terrifying.

  He revs the big saloon car before lurching forward.

  We pull up outside one of the beach front apartments
in Monte Carlo, barely fifteen minutes from the airport. Hugo and I have been all over the world together, but weirdly I’ve never been to his Monte Carlo apartment. He never really uses it. I think he’s mentioned coming here once in the last three years, and that was just to watch the Grand Prix. The only reason he really has it is as a tax dodge.

  Hugo jingles the keys in his hand as he approaches the door. “Been a while since I’ve been here.” He mumbles.

  He opens the door and steps into a modern looking apartment. It’s not huge, but then property in Monaco isn’t cheap, plus, what’s the point in having an enormous apartment that you never live in?

  Everything in here is white, clean, unlived in. It’s very Hugo.

  I drop my bag by the door and pull my laptop out. We’re only here for twenty-four hours, and I need to make sure I find Lilly’s mum in that time. I refuse to be here any longer than I have to be.

  I sit down on the horribly uncomfortable leather sofa. Safe to say this was designed for aesthetics, not comfort. I pull up the emails I’ve missed on the two hour flight. There are two from Miles, the last one saying that he believes he has tracked down her location, and to call him.

  “Seriously, are we just here to work?” Hugo huffs.

  “Hugo, I told you that you didn’t have to come.” I remind him.

  “Yeah, but I thought there would be a little play.” He sighs and heads into the kitchen. “You want a beer?” He asks.

  “Just water would be great. Thanks.” He grumbles a response, but I can’t hear what he’s saying.

  I open up the French doors on the far side of the apartment. There’s a small balcony with some patio furniture on it. I drop into one of the comfortable looking chairs.. The apartment block is right on the beach front. I can hear the waves creeping along the sand quietly. The moon reflects brightly off the water.

 

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