Perfect Chaos(74)

Deck turned all his attention to me and his eyes softened a bit; not much, but they weren’t as menacing as a few seconds ago. “You have two choices, Georgie. I tell you nothing and you ask nothing. Or you’re on board with what we have to do here. Which is it?”

Whoa. Okay, I understood what he was saying, but shit, hearing it so harsh and in my face set me back. I suspected that was what he was trying to do. I didn’t say anything for a second, a little shocked at Deck’s abruptness, although I shouldn’t have been; it was Deck, after all. Tyler kicked me under the table and I jolted. He raised his brows and tapped his hand impatiently on the table.

“Okay.”

Josh huffed and hung his head as if I’d said something wrong. Tyler kicked me again and I looked at him and mouthed, “What?”

“Okay, what, Georgie?” Deck asked.

“Okay, yeah. I’m on board.”

“Now, that we have that shit cleared up, can we get back to business?” Josh asked and then shoved his tablet across the table to Deck. “I’ve compiled a list of jobs Kai has done that we know of. The graph shows the links to people we know about and who they’re affiliated with.”

Deck was quiet as he looked it over. I watched his intensity. The way he sat at the end of the table looking as if nothing could touch him. Focused. Concentrated. Fuck, I’d brought all this shit down on him and he still loved me. He still wanted to protect me from it.

The men talked about the different contacts for a while and then Deck tried calling Kai again. When he received no answer he asked me to call, but Kai wasn’t picking up.

Deck stood and looked at Josh. “Keep trying the number I have for Kai. Tyler, call Rylie at the coffee shop. Tell her Georgie will be back in tomorrow. We need to keep things as routine as possible. Contact me if you find out anything else.”

He walked over to me then took my hand and tugged me to my feet. Then he hauled me out of the board room. I thought we were going to the car, but Deck ushered me into another room down the hall, this one with no glass except for a window to which he went and twisted the hanging white rod and closed the blind.

Then he stalked toward me and it was totally a stalk. Like I was his prey and he was going to devour every inch of me. I was trapped with nowhere to run. Except I didn’t want to run.

“I can’t be in the same room as you and not want to fuck you.” He reached me and I felt the tingles erupt into a violent storm of lightning strikes.

I had no time to take a breath as his mouth crushed mine, hands on either side of my head, holding me still as he kissed me. But it was over quick as he pulled back to yank off my track pants and panties, one arm holding me up while he pulled them over my feet.

My stomach whirled and my knees weakened as his dark, smoldering eyes met mine. Then he undid his jeans and pushed me against the wall—hard. “Legs.” He lifted me up by my butt and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The second I did he slammed inside me.

“Oh, God,” I yelled, my head falling back and hitting the wall.

I was already wet and I could hear it as he violently pushed inside me, the wall giving traction to make his thrusts harder. The sound was rhythmic, like a hammer being pounded. Only it wasn’t a nail, it was me and I was guessing if Tyler and Josh were down the hall, they heard exactly what was happening.

His lips were on me again, sucking my neck and nibbling before moving up my throat until he took my mouth again. It was everything feral and irrational and out of control. I felt the tightness in my belly and moaned. He pushed inside me harder. Faster.

I screamed against his mouth as I went over the edge. “Oh, God, Deck. Deck!” I quivered around him and within seconds, he joined me. His deep groan roared from his chest and pushed the final wave from my body as I breathed heavily into his shoulder. I had no strength as he held me between him and the wall, his cock still throbbing inside me.

When he pulled out I felt the warm wetness slide down my thigh. I froze, smacking Deck in the chest. He dropped me to my feet, frowning. “Condom. Deck, we didn’t use a condom.”

“And?”

“And? Jesus, Deck, I could get pregnant.”

He stepped back, looking not the least bit worried that I could get pregnant. He casually did up his jeans and without looking at me said, “I don’t have a problem with that.”

“You don’t have a problem with that?”

He raised his brows. “No. Do you?”

“Ummm … Deck. We’re talking about a baby. And you’re supposed to be the responsible one. Having a baby would be—”

“What, Georgie?”

I put my hands on my hips and tried to look fierce with no pants on and legs still shaking from the spectacular, amazingly hot sex against the wall. “Irresponsible. And plus, you’ve also been with other women. You should get checked before we have unprotected sex.” That sucked, but it was reality. I had no misconceptions that Deck had slept with plenty of women.