"Baby, are you okay?" Ander asks as he pulls me back to assess me for damages. He runs a hand over my cheek, looks me over, and then courses it through my hair. The other hand slings around my back and pulls me closer to him before kissing my forehead.
"I'm good, just pissed. What a fucking prick!"
Ander remains silent for a moment, eyes locked with mine. I can feel his anger radiating off of him like a burning inferno. The beast, his temper that he keeps suppressed inside, is surfacing, and he's holding himself back the best he can.
"You were supposed to report him. . . You promised me you would. I trusted you to do that. You told me you did." His words sting because I know he's right. I promised him, and in return, he promised not to intervene. I lied to him.
My head falls, and guilt consumes me.
Ander places his hand under my chin, angling my head towards his, and our eyes connect.
"I'm sorry. I was scared of making it more than it needed to be. I was hoping it would just stop."
He nods and plants another kiss on my forehead. We are so close that I can feel his heart pounding against his chest, the beat of it matching my own.
"We will report it all to the police once we leave here. Either that, or we do it my way, and I go after him right now?" He arches a challenging brow at me, and I know exactly what he means.
"What the hell happened?" Dessa calls out, in a whisper shout, from down the hall. Ander and I release one another, and our eyes dart to her simultaneously. She is standing over the broken vase of flowers that lies down the hall.
"You got me flowers?" I whisper to Ander with an attempt at a shaky grin, trying to forget the shit show that just took place a few seconds prior. He nods as he gives my hand a gentle squeeze. He knows I'm trying to deflect, and he can sense that I don't want to talk about it or tell Dessa what happened. So he doesn't push me.
"It slipped out of my hands. I'll clean it up." Ander deadpans before I can come up with an excuse for the mess.
Des smirks, "It's so sweet that you showed up and you got her flowers. . . Even though you did ruin that pretty pink vase. Geeze Ander!"
Ander lets out a forced chuckle before wrapping his arm around my side, bringing me into him in a slight side hug, and he looks down at me while I look up at him.
"It's okay; I'll make damn sure to make it up to her," he says as a sly grin pulls at one corner of his lips.
"Oh, is that so?" I ask Ander as I peer up at him, to which he replies with just a wink, grabbing my arm and pulling me to a stop. Dessa continues to retreat down the hall until she's out of view.
I peer up at him, flashing him a look. Before I can protest, Ander takes my ID badge and swipes it in front of the electronic lock, granting us access to the maintenance closet.
"What are you—"
"Get in and get naked, baby. I can't wait. I need you. Now."
This man is insatiable.I love it.
"Here? Everyone is in the breakroom waiting—"
"They can wait." He walks me backward into the closet as his mouth collides with mine. Needy for more, I part my mouth forhim. An invitation for him to deepen the kiss.Which he does. His tongue finds mine, and my heart begins to pick up its pace. This man makes me ravenous.
He locks the door behind him and makes quick work of stripping me from my scrubs, only breaking our kiss when necessary. When I'm left in just my bra and panties, he backs away and looks me over—letting his eyes trace up and down my body. He hums in approval.
"It killed me to see another man's hands on you. No one touches you except for me." He growls out, his voice low and husky.
"I don't want any—" He holds a finger over my mouth, silencing me.
"Are you mine?" He removes his finger and trails it down my neck, barely touching me, using just his fingertip. The tickle of the sensation sets my body ablaze.
"Yes. All yours." My voice is breathy and hoarse as my chest heaves with desire.
Ander walks around me toward the lone desk against the back wall. In one swift motion, he passes his arms across the top of the desk, swiping all its contents to the floor.
In no time, he's back. Towering over me from behind as his hands trail up my body, starting at my hips. He reaches my breasts and slides his hands under my bra. Ander pinches my nipples and flicks them. He lets out a deep growl, which pulls a soft moan from me.
"Then take off those panties, spread those legs like a good girl, and let me show you how well I take care of what's mine," He whispers into my ear with a deep groan.
