“Cal? I need your office for a minute.”
“Go for it,” he hollers back from the other end of the bar, not even bothering to look up from the drinks he’s mixing.
I don’t even need to say another word. Piper’s already peeling herself away from the bar, her shoulders set like she’s ready to fight me on whatever the hell’s got me riled up.
“Sorry, boys,” she tosses over her shoulder. “You’ll have to settle this one on your own. Or maybe Callan will wear one.”
Their laughter roars through the bar as I storm toward the hallway, not bothering to check if she’s following because I already know she is. I push open the office door and wait for her to step inside before I shut it and flip the lock. She saunters right past me and perches on the edge of Callan’s desk, eyes glittering with mischief, chin tipped up like she’s daring me to let loose.
“You seem a little wound up,” she purrs, fucking goading me like she wants to poke the bear just to see if he’ll bite.
“Now I know you understand what it means when a cowboy puts his hat on a woman’s head, Piper.”
“I do.”
“So which one of those loudmouth jackasses out there were you planning on riding tonight?”
I stalk toward her, watching her chin lift a little higher with every step that closes the distance between us.
“None of them.”
“No?”
That little shake of her head.
That teasing, sinful smile tugging at her lips.
She wants a reaction? She’s about to fucking get one.
“You need to understand something, Piper.” My fingers skate up the inside of her thigh, while my boot nudges her legs apart and my hand disappears beneath that tiny denim skirt. “I’m a patient man, but there’s a possessive bastard living under my skin, and now that I’ve had a taste of you, I don’t take kindly to anyone looking at you like you could be theirs.”
I slip my hand beneath her soaked panties, gliding my fingers across her clit before tracing the length of her swollen lips. I press one long finger inside her, and she jerks against the desk, clutching the edge with both hands.
“Whose cum is this?”
“Yours.”
“That’s right. Mine.” I push deeper, curling my finger until her thighs start to shake, my other hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes roll back. “This pussy. This body. All of it is mine.”
“Jesus, Christian.”
“While we’re doing this, this cunt belongs to me.” My grip tightens, my voice a low, guttural warning. “And I promise, if I catch you even glancing at another man’s hat, I’ll edge you until you’re begging—until you’re fucking sobbing for me to get you off. Understand?”
She nods, her skin flushed and her green eyes blown wide with something that only makes my cock throb.
“Good girl,” I growl, releasing her throat just as I drag my soaked finger out of her. I bring it to her neck and smear her arousal and my cum along the delicate curve of her throat, marking her like the filthy little thing she is.
“Now if anyone comes close to you, they’ll smell me on you. They’ll know you’ve already been fucked full.”
I step back, leaving her shaking and soaked against the desk.
That’s what the little tease gets for pushing my buttons.
I help her smooth her skirt back into place, and when I finally throw open the office door, she stumbles out on unsteady legs, heading back to the bar with my mark gleaming on her throat.
Chapter 18
Piper
