Seven

 

LUCAS

 

The moment Macy’s words register, I know that I'm going to throw my plans on waiting until I'm her boss to get her out of this place out the window. My next step, making her mine, is going to be put into play a hell of a lot sooner, which suits me just fine,

I'm going to have to claim her. There’s no goddamn way my woman is going to be doing live porn anymore.

My blood feels like it’s on fire as I think about just how many men watch my girl in the throes of pleasure. I’m slowly losing my shit and have a feeling that I’m about ready to go to prison over of the mass murdering spree that I’m about ready to go on. The need to find every man that ever witnessed her show and make sure they never breathe another breath, is strong.

“Cara, do you make porn?” my voice causes the hair on my arm to stand on end, sensing the danger that’s lurking deep in me.

Fear and confusion is easily read across her face as she processes my words.

“You think I’d make porn, Mr. Fisher?” She jerks her head away from mine. Hearing her call me by my full name has my anger spiking even more. “I don’t think that’s any of your goddamn business. What I do during my own time, away from Dirty Players, doesn't concern you. Which means you have no fucking reason to be asking me if I do porn.” She takes a deep breath and crosses her arms.

My jaw feels like it’s about to break from the pressure of me tightening it shut.

Trying like hell not to say what I really want to say.

She’s right, I might not have the right to know that information as her boss, but what she doesn’t know is that, she’s more than my employee.

She’s fucking mine and no woman that belongs to me will be making porn.

Before I can stop myself, she’s tossed over my shoulder, and my hand is on her ass.

“Watch the store,” I growl toward Rhys, then storm back toward the offices. I look right into the camera, letting whoever is on duty today that I’m not to be stopped.

“She doesn’t make live porn,” Macy squeaks behind me. I don’t stop, but I begin to calm down a bit. She explains to Rhys that she thought the same thing until Cara showed her a video.

As gently as I can, I slide Cara down my body after locking the door.

“Show me what she’s talking about,” my question throws her off for only a split second before she’s once again shooting fire out of her eyes into mine.

Fuck me, she’s sexy as fuck when angry.

“Show you,” her voice is deadly. “Oh, I’ll show you. I’m going to sue the fuck out of you for placing your hands on me without my permission. Can you say sexual harassment? That’s exactly what you’re going to be found guilty of.” Her hand points out toward the door. “After what you just did out there.”

I can’t stop the smirk that begins to form on my lips.

“Bullshit,” I call her out on and then grin as she freezes and stares at me in shock.

There’s no way she wasn’t willing. I’ve seen how she reacts when I’m around her.

“What’s bullshit?” she asks finally as she places her hands on her hips.

A move that my hands want to do.

One touch wasn’t enough.

“That you weren’t willing to be touched by me. I call bullshit, mia.” My pet name for her slips out.

“How would you know if I was lying? We’ve known each other for two weeks. And I think we've said maybe a few hundred words to each other!”

“Three hundred and forty-three, actually, if we don’t include your greeting when I walked in. If we do, then it would be three hundred and fifty-eight words spoken between us.” Her eyes widen even more as I confess in a roundabout way that I actually counted the words we have spoken to each other.

What a way to sound like a stalker.

She really has no idea how many times I’ve re-lived the moments in my mind. How many times I came when I played over her asking me if there’s anything she could do for me from the first time I met her. But in my mind her voice is more sultry. More alluring. Staring up at me from her knees as she holds my cock in her hand.

“Oh, my God, I’ve got to get away from you. You have to be fucking nuts to know that,” Cara states and starts to walk toward the door.

My arm wraps around her waist holding her against me so she can’t leave the room.

“Tell me I’m lying, Cara. I know for a fact you’re attracted to me,” I whisper, drawing her long dark hair to the side. The movement causes her to stop trying to get out of my arms. Her pulse in her neck begins to beat faster and her breathing picks up. My hands guide her until her ass is pressed up against my hard as fuck dick. Pressing harder into her, I let her feel just how affected I am by her.

“Tell me that I was wrong when your eyes dilated when they landed on mine the first time. That your body didn’t flush with arousal. That the disappointment in your eyes that day wasn’t over you mistakenly thinking I was buying a wedding novelty item for a woman in my life.” My hands squeeze her hips a little harder before they make their way around to her stomach. Her hips begin to rock against my erection causing me to moan before I continue.

“Tell me that this morning you didn’t clench your knees together while pretending to read your book. That you wanted to know why I got upset when you were on the phone,” I murmur, remembering what she said has me grinding my teeth, and making a mental note to ask about that after I get this cleared up.

“Tell me that just a moment ago you didn’t eye fuck me the moment you realized that I was standing next to Rhys. That you didn’t like it when my hand was touching your ass as I walked you back here. That if I was to put my hand down these pants, which sculpts the most perfect ass in the world, that I wouldn’t find you drenched and ready for me to place my cock deep inside you. If you can and really mean it, then I’ll give you a number to a damn good attorney. You’re going to need it after you come by my hand in the next few moments.”

My right hand dives into her pants and under her panties. The moment my fingers touch her wetness, I nip at her lobe knowing I affect her just like she affects me.

“That’s right, mia,” I whisper into her ear and move my left hand under her shirt and tweak her nipple that’s hard against her lace bra. “You’re going to come for me. This is just the beginning.”

Her body freezes as her orgasm hits her like a brick wall. My name ringing out in the office along with the knowledge that I had her exploding so fast has me getting hard as a rock. The need to be inside her is so strong that I don’t give a fuck if our first time is in this office and not in my bed as I planned.

Just as I get my hand out of her pants, my phone rings and by the ringtone I know it’s Xander. My security specialist that I hired to watch the store once I met with Rhys. When I asked who was the best with security to protect my employees, he said Grey Security is the only one he’d trust. And even though I did want the best there was for my business venture, he didn’t know that the real reason was Cara.

“Fuck,” I growl into her neck. I pull my phone out, hitting accept as I turn her to face me. “This isn’t over.”

“From what I’m watching I think it’s about to be over,” he says as a greeting. “Thought I’d warn you before you strip your woman bare, that there’s a camera in the office.”

My eyes quickly go toward the celling as I take in what he says.

The hell if I’m going to let anyone see my girl naked.

“Where the fuck is it?” I ask. The thought that they just saw her coming . . . anger and satisfaction make my hands close into fists.

Satisfaction that they see she’s mine. Anger over them witnessing what nobody should ever see. Nobody except for me.

Her face as she comes.

“I mean it, asshole. Where is it? When I hired you to see to the security here I didn’t mean to put a fucking—”

“Calm down, asshole,” he sighs. “It’s by the shelves. The only thing that was seen was your back and her screaming out your name. Jesus, you have it bad.”

“Get it out of here, X.” Hanging up on him, I take a deep breath. “Mia, We—”

“What does that mean?” she interrupts me.

Shit.

“It’s Italian, it means mine.”

“You speak Italian?”

“I speak four different languages, mia.”

“Why are you calling me that?” she asks.

I turn and face her knowing that this needs to be something said face to face. My eyes get lost in the blue-grey depths of hers as I slowly make my way toward her. Her breath begins to pick up, her heartbeat getting faster.

Her brown hair lays over her shoulders in soft curls that I want to run my fingers through it. My hand land on her hips and I can help but squeeze them gently as I lay my forehead against hers. Opening my mouth I finally tell her what I’ve been wanting to tell her from the moment I saw her two weeks ago.

“Cara . . . you’re mine.”