“Thankfully, you’ve only bought three of the ones he found.”
“Logan... How much money have we lost?” Parker pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Uh...”
“Just rip the damn band-aid off.” Owen sounds absolutely defeated.
“About fifty million. You’ve only purchased smaller companies so far... It looks like he was building up to larger ones. The latest one he’s working on is three hundred million, it’s only worth about one hundred seventy-five million.”
“How the hell is he benefitting from this? Why ruin the company you work for?” Owen rubs his temples.
“So... I have a friend who’s a detective in the area... I asked him to look into Anderson’s financials. He’s getting a kickback from the companies. Not nearly as much as they’re profiting but a large amount. It looks like he’s made well over five million dollars since you took over the company.”
“We’re gonna bury him!” Lucas paces back and forth. “Call the cops! I want him arrested!”
“Chill the fuck out, Lucas. You’re supposed to be the calm one, we need to think about this. Figure out what the best course of action is, we can’t just run in there, guns blazing.”
“Logan?” My name falls from Parker’s lips, it’s barely a whisper. I whip around to face him. He looks exhausted, defeated and gutted. My heart breaks seeing the man I love in this condition.
“Yeah?”
“What should we do?”
“What? This isn’t my company. You guys need to figure out how you want to handle this, not me.”
“I trust you. You’re the only person in the world I trust other than them and family.” He gestures to the boys; they both nod their heads in agreement.
“What do you think, Little L?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I give myself a little bit of time to gather my thoughts before I square my shoulders and tell the boys what I think.
“You should act like we think each and every company he’s found is great. Let him think he’s winning. Give him another month, see how cocky he gets with it. I’d bet he’s going to bring you bigger and bigger companies. Don’t purchase any of them but get him to keep bringing them to you. I’ll contact my detective friend, see if we have enough to get him arrested on.”
“That sounds like a great plan.” Parker motions for me to come to him, I obey happily. He tugs me onto his lap, placing a gentle kiss on my neck. “How do you feel?”
“I’m ok. The first round of chemo was kind to me.”
“When’s your next treatment?” Lucas stops his pacing, his face softening dramatically when he turns his attention to me.
“Tomorrow,” I whisper. I hate having to go, I hate how I feel afterwards.
“What time is it at?” Alarm fills Parker’s features. He shuffles the papers on his desk, looking for... something. His desk is an absolute mess.
“One.”
“Shit! I have a meeting at one fifteen.”
“It’s fine. I can go alone. I was by myself for most of my chemo treatments last time. Carrie couldn’t take off from work each time and even if she could, I never would’ve let her.”
“I’ll see if I can cancel.” He’s frantically searching for something else.
“Parker, stop.” I grab both of his hands in my own. Bringing them up to my lips, I place a gentle kiss on his knuckles, peeking up at him through my eyelashes. “I’m gonna be ok, go to your meeting.”
“I don’t want you to be alone.”
“She won’t be. I don’t have any meetings tomorrow; I can go with her.” Owen’s eyes lock on mine. “Let me come with you, Little L.”
I let out a small groan. I can’t tell him no when he looks at me with those puppy eyes. I want him to come, I really do, but I feel bad. These guys have been putting their lives on hold, switching around their schedules and dropping what they’re doing to come to my rescue time and time again.
“You don’t have to, but I won’t tell you no.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have listened even if you said no. Asking was more out of respect, but if you said no, I was still gonna come. Frankly I don’t give a fuck what you want.” He shrugs without an ounce of apology, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Oh, I know.” I arch a brow at him, his eyes narrow as he examines me. Trying to figure out exactly what I’m talking about. “See, I got an interesting phone call right before I came in here...”
“Oh? What about?” Owen brushes a piece of imaginary lint off his shoulder, trying to feign innocence.
“Well, I sent in my monthly payment for my past medical bills and imagine my surprise when they called saying I didn’t owe anything. My entire bill was taken care of.”
“That’s crazy. Must have been a clerical error, just roll with it.”
“Over five hundred thousand dollars? I think not. The question is... which one of you bossholes paid off my bills?”
I stare at Parker for a second, he definitely knows who did it, but it wasn’t him. My gaze shifts to Lucas who looks just as surprised as I was... which leaves me with Owen.
“Owen? Have anything to say for yourself?”
“Parker shouldn’t have done that without your permission.” He makes a tsking sound, shaking his head at Parker.
“We all know it wasn’t me, she’d fucking kill me. I finally got her to move in with me, I'm not about to screw that up!”
“Owen...” I try my best to imitate the growl Parker does.
“Little L,” He groans, throwing his hands up in the air. “Yes! Ok! Yes, I did it and I'm not even a little bit sorry! You’d never be able to pay off those bills, but I could. I won’t even notice that money being gone, just like Lucas won’t notice his donation to the hospital being gone. Just let it go, it’s not that big of a deal.”
I ease my way off of Parker’s lap, dropping onto the couch next to Owen. Taking his hands in my own, I gaze up at him.
“It’s a huge deal... Thank you, Big Man. It means a lot to me.”
I tug him into a tight hug. I love these men more than I ever thought could be possible.
“Well, damn. I thought she’d hit you or I woulda paid for it myself. It’s not fair that he gets all the loving,” Parker grumbles under his breath.
I smile into Owen’s chest, enjoying being wrapped in his arms. When I pull back, I kiss him on the cheek before going over to Lucas. I envelope him in my embrace, kissing him on the cheek.
“Thank you for the donation to the hospital, you didn’t need to do that but I appreciate it. It was nice to have a room to myself while I was there.”
My gaze locks on Parker, a smile tugs on the corner of my lips.
“Boys... Can I talk to Parker alone?”
“Are you gonna blow him?” Owen’s shocked voice fills the air. “Or let him bend you over his desk like he’s been dreaming of doing since you showed up that first day.”
“Fuck, Owen! Shut the hell up!” Parker growls, his eyes never leaving me.
I place one knee on either side of his hips, straddling him in his office chair. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, his hands find my hips, gripping tightly.
“Thank you for all you’ve done for me over the past two months. You’ve taken care of me, put me before everything else and loved me like I’ve never been loved before. I don’t think I would’ve made it through this without you by my side. You were my strength when I had none left, you were my muscles when I couldn’t support my own body and you were my shoulder to cry on when everything got to be too much. I love you so much, Parker. I don’t want to spend a single second of my life without you by my side.”
His hand moves to the back of my neck, yanking my body against his. Our lips crash together in a fiery kiss, leaving both of us breathless. He moves to my jaw, then neck, kissing and nipping as he goes. A need burns inside of me, I want more. More of Parker, more from our relationship.
“I need you,” I whisper brea
thlessly into his ear. “Get out!” I growl, pointing over my shoulder to the door. I know Lucas and Owen are still here and I want them gone.
“Nah, I’d rather stay and watch. This is better than any porn I’ve ever seen.” I can hear the smirk in Owen’s voice.
“Let’s go, asshole. Give them some privacy,” Lucas mutters.
When they don’t leave fast enough, Parker snaps, the little bit of control he has left evaporating into thin air.
“Get the fuck outta my office.” His eyes never leave mine.
The second the door latches, his lips are back on mine. Kissing every inch of exposed skin, when he runs out of new places to show his attention to, he begins unbuttoning my blouse.
I don’t waste a second, unbuttoning his shirt just as quickly as he’s doing mine. I’ve seen Parker shirtless numerous times over the past few weeks, but I’ve never gotten to run my hands over his chest and back. I’ve never been able to enjoy the feeling of his bare body under my hands.
“Are you sure you want this?” Parker groans when I rock my hips against him. “There’s no rush, baby.”
“I'm tired of waiting. I need you more than I need anything else.”
He tugs my arms out of my blouse, throwing it on the floor. When he tries to unclasp my bra, I stop him. I don’t want him to see the bright incisions, I don’t want him to be reminded of how broken I am.
His eyes meet mine, brows furrowing slightly. His stare is begging me to let him in, be raw and vulnerable with him. His fingers move for the clasp again, his eyes never leaving mine. This time I don’t stop him. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to witness his reaction when he sees my body and scars for the first time.
Light touches trail over my breast, making me suck in a harsh breath. He peppers my skin with kisses before he presses a firm but loving kiss to my lips. His tongue swipes across my bottom lip, begging for entrance. We taste each other, moaning and groaning without trying to contain ourselves. When Parker pulls back, I don’t want to give up the connection we have.
“You’re fucking beautiful, baby. Every damn inch of you.” He runs a finger over my scar when he says that, bringing tears to my eyes. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
Before he can say anything else, I climb off his lap, lean over his desk and hike my skirt up. If Parker thinks he’s the only one who’s been dreaming of him taking me bent over his desk, he’s horribly mistaken.
He lets out a growl, but wastes no time fulfilling his fantasy.
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Parker
DAMN. NO MATTER HOW much I try to focus on work, my mind keeps drifting back to my beautiful girl. Every time I look at my desk, my mind drifts to having her bent over it, her moans filling the air. I’ll never be able to work in this office ever again without having her on my mind.
“Parker?”
“Yeah, beautiful?”
“Stop staring at your desk and get to work.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. She knows where my mind goes, she knows I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop thinking about us.
“Can you come in here? I can’t find the papers for the MaGillicutty takeover.”
“We both know you don’t need help finding the documents.” Logan smirks, swaying her hips a little more than normal as she makes her way over to me.
My hands instantly find her hips, caressing her through the thin fabric of the skirt.
“You’re right, I just needed to see you.”
“You can see me from your desk.”
“I think we should move your desk in here.”
“Then neither one of us would get any work done.” She chuckles softly.
“I'm not getting much done when your pen keeps falling off your desk and you have to go searching for it.” I quirk a brow at her. A light blush stains her cheeks. We both know that pen isn’t falling by accident.
“I’ll have to tape it to the desk.”
“Yeah, you do that, baby.”
“Aww, look at the lovebirds.” Owen falls onto the couch, his gaze locked on us.
“Hey, Owen.” Logan flashes him a gorgeous smile.
“Hey, Little L.” He smiles back just as big. Then his smile turns devilish. “How was the sex yesterday?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl but Logan just laughs.
“It was great, Parker’s amazing.”
“You little minx.” Owen chuckles, Logan shrugs one bare shoulder, not caring one bit. “We gotta get going, don’t want to be late to your appointment.”
“Ugh, do I have to go?” She throws her head back into my chest, letting out a groan.
I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be in her shoes, constantly having to battle with her own body.
“Baby, you know you need to go. I wish I could be with you; you should’ve let me cancel the meeting.”
“No. You’ve put enough of your life on hold for me, no more.”
“If you’re feeling good tonight, do you want to go out for a date?”
Her face lights up, a slow smile spreading across those lips that are just begging to be kissed.
“Mr. Scott, are you asking me out for a date? And not demanding I go?”
“You don’t have to be a smartass.”
“No. No, I think we need to mark this day on our calendar and celebrate it for the rest of time. The day Parker... What’s your middle name?”
“James.” I roll my eyes, but I can’t hide my smile.
“The day Parker James Scott asked instead of demanded.” She moves her hands in an arc like she can imagine the banner in her head.
“If I didn’t love you, I’d bend you over my lap and spank you,” I growl in her ear.
“You promise?”
“Oh my gosh! You turned her into a female version of me!” Owen’s wide eyes stare at Logan in horror. It takes him a few moments to recover. He jumps off the couch, takes Logan by the elbow and tugs her off my lap. “We need to get you out of here! No more sex for you!”
“Parker! Make him stop.” She giggles, trying to pull free from Owen’s grasp.
“I love you, baby. I’ll call you as soon as I'm done with my meeting and we can figure out tonight.”
“I love you!” She presses a kiss to my lips right before Owen drags her out of my office and to the elevator. I can hear her laughter the entire way.
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Logan
“IT WILL TAKE ABOUT an hour for your IV to finish. Is there anything I can get for you before I go?” The young nurse gives me a kind smile.
“No, I'm ok. Thank you.”
She nods before spinning on her heels and going to take care of her next patient.
“Tell me what I can do to make this easier for you.” Owen threads his fingers through mine, giving my hand a tight squeeze.
“There’s nothing you can do, Big Man. Just sit with me and make me forget.”
“I can do that... Did you ever hear the story of when Parker took his first home economics class?”
“I’ve never heard any stories of you guys growing up.”
“Oh, Little L.” He shakes his head with a chuckle. “I have enough stories to keep you entertained for days.”
I cuddle into his side, laying my head on his chest and focus on his deep voice, giving me bits and pieces of the man I’ve fallen in love with.
“Our home economics teacher was hot and young, like early twenties, just graduated college. And here we are juniors in high school. She was teaching us to make some fancy pastry and asked who knew how to crack an egg with one hand... Parker did not, but that wasn’t going to stop him. So, he raises his hand and she picked him. He marches up to the front of the class, giving the teacher a smirk. Her panties are melting just looking at him. Then he takes the egg and slams it down on the table. Egg goes everywhere and the teacher starts screaming ‘What the fuck, Parker!’. He jumps back, startled by her anger and knocks three dozen eggs on the ground, they sprayed all over the room, coating all of
us in a snotty mess. For the rest of the year she wouldn’t let him do anything, he had to sit in the corner and watch. She gave him a passing grade just so she wouldn’t have to see him in her class the following year.”
Tears stream down my face, my whole body shaking as I imagine a young Parker trying to impress his attractive teacher. I'm sure he had his sexy little smirk down pat by then. I can only imagine what the three of them were like in high school.
“Oh my gosh! That’s amazing! Tell me more.”
“When my sister used to follow us around, we’d get annoyed. No one wants to have their baby sister bugging them. Lucas got the great idea to chase Avery around the house, saying he was going to kiss her. He never knew, but Avery’s always had a massive crush on him. She wasn’t going to let him know that though. So, she’d run away and he’d chase her, it was a little game they played. One weekend she was in a rotten mood, our dog had just died and she wanted nothing to do with anyone else. Lucas started chasing her, not because she was bothering us, but because he was trying to make her smile and laugh. Avery got mad, said if he didn’t stop, she was going to hit him with a frying pan and she did. She slammed it into his head when he came around the corner. His head started bleeding, my mom came in the room and started screaming like Avery had killed Lucas. But head wounds always bleed a lot so there was blood everywhere. When my dad asked Avery why she hit Lucas she shrugged her shoulders and said she warned him if he didn’t stop, she was going to hit him with a fry pan. She never got in trouble! Lucas still has a scar right above his right eyebrow from it.”
“Aww, poor Lucas! He was just trying to make her feel better!”
“You’d think he woulda learned his lesson after that and stopped trying to be nice to everyone, but nope. If getting hit in the face with a fry pan doesn’t convince him, nothing will.”
He continues telling me one story after another about their younger years, making me laugh and smile. I practically forget where I am, completely distracted by him.
“I wanna hear a story about you. What made you turn into this cocky bosshole?” I smile up at him, I love hearing all about my boys growing up.
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