Calista’s hand had slapped over my mouth, but I was sure it had been too late, and I didn’t fucking care one bit. I didn’t like the idea of anyone hearing my girl’s sweet sounds, but I had no problem letting them know I was fucking her, marking her as mine.
“Damn it!” Calista cursed, pushing at my chest until I grudgingly moved back. She snatched up her discarded clothes and raced to the bathroom. With a sigh, I followed at a more sedate pace, taking over the task of cleaning her up when I entered. I did the same for myself and tucked my semi-hard dick back into my pants.
“We can’t do that kind of thing here!” she hissed. “And, no more sex until we’ve got some fucking condoms.”
I ignored the condom remark. I’d pumped her so full of my come the last two days; I was sure she was pregnant. And, I had no plans to stop trying. I latched onto her former comment. “About that,” I drawled. “I have a proposition for you.”
She finished dressing and finger-combing her hair before she turned around and crossed her arms under her breasts, leaning back on the counter and raising an eyebrow.
“I meant it when I said I wouldn’t sleep without you again.” Her eyes narrowed, but she made no other outward response to my statement. “Your desire to keep our relationship professional at work is understandable. However, I don’t see that happening if I don’t have all of the other hours of the day to sate my craving for you. There’s no guarantee that will work either, but it gives you a slightly higher chance of success.”
“And, the proposal?” she prompted sassily.
I grinned at how fucking adorable the badass chick could be. “You move in with me, and I’ll try to keep our relationship platonic at the office.”
Calista threw her head back and laughed but stopped when she saw what I was sure was a stubborn expression on my face. “You’re serious?”
I stalked toward her, backing her into the counter and pressing my, once again, fully erect cock against her. “Does it feel like I’m joking, baby?” I growled.
Her eyes heated and her hips bucked so minutely, I almost missed it. She wanted to say yes. Using my mouth and tongue, I attempted to persuade her further.
Tearing her lips from mine, she took a deep breath and stared into my eyes. “I’ll think about it.”
I shrugged. “You’ve got until the end of the workday to decide,” I informed her as I ushered her back into my office. “But, one way or another, you’ll be permanently living under our roof, in our bed by tonight.”
Her jaw dropped. “What exactly am I deciding on if you’re giving me no choice?” she snapped.
“Of course you have a choice, baby.” I took her hand and led her to the door, opening it slowly. “You can decide whether to do this the hard way or the easy way.”
She glared at me, but a corner of her mouth was quirking up, making me grin because I knew I’d won.
“I’ve got a lunch and meetings the rest of the day, so I won’t see you until tonight. I’ll meet you at home by six. Jessa will get you the address.”
She rolled her eyes and turned around to walk away, jumping a little when I gave her a firm smack on her perfect ass.
“It can’t get back to the studio that I’m in danger, Xander.”
I looked up from the file I was reading to study the new client in my office. He was a blonde, blue-eyed, boy next door type. Ewan McKendry was extremely fit and obnoxiously pretty. Which was a huge part of what made him a successful movie star. He was a decent actor, too.
“They’ll put me in fucking lockup until my contract is done. Or, they’ll stick me with the same fucking idiots they sent last time. I need someone who can protect me and do it under the radar.”
“No problem,” I assured him. “I think Quinn would be a great option.”
Ewan shook his head. “No, I want a female.”
I only had a handful of women working for me. I’d need to go through their files and find a match. “Okay, I’ll find the right—”
“I already found her,” Ewan interrupted. “I’m a client of Rhys Campbell, and he mentioned that you just hired a female security specialist who is one of the best in the business. I guess he talked to some woman he knows who used to be CIA? It’s a perfect situation because she can pose as my girlfriend.”
Rhys was a fucking dead man. And, Evie had just earned herself a prominent position on my shit list for a while, too.
“I’ll have to check her availabil—” I started, but he cut me off again.
“We ran into each other in the hallway, and she said her schedule was free. So, set it up, okay?” He stood and reached across the desk to shake my hand, clearly done with the discussion.