“Let’s take it outside before Red’s heart stops on her. That’s the last thing I need to add to my list of shit.”
He places his hand on the small of my back and guides me outside to the back of the building.
As soon as we’re out of sight, he wraps my legs around his waist and presses me up against the brick building.
Before I know it, his lips are pressed against mine and he’s reaching in between our bodies to undo the top of his jeans.
“Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about being inside you this way. You do things to me, baby.” Pulling my skirt up and my panties to the side, he sinks me down onto his erection and holds me still, while I adjust to his big size. “You okay?” He asks softly, while brushing my hair out of my face.
I nod my head and lean in to run my lips over his. “More than okay. I’m always more than okay when I’m with you, Royal. Never forget that.”
He places one hand behind my neck and gently kisses me, while rolling his hips and moving inside of me.
It feels so good to have him inside of me that I could care less about the fact that we’re outside of my work right now and that Claudette or anyone else could come around and find us at any second. I need this beautiful man to be with me like this. I’d gladly say goodbye to this job and move on if it meant getting this moment with him.
He moves slowly, being sure to sink in as deep as he can with each thrust. His breath is soft and controlled against my lips, causing me to lean in and taste him.
My heart swells at the thought that this is the gentlest he’s ever been with me. No choking. This is new to me.
“You’re fucking perfection,” he whispers against my lips. “And you’re mine. No other man gets to be inside you this way.” He gently runs his hand up the front of my neck, stopping when he reaches my lips. “You make me want to live again,” he whispers.
I tangle my hands in his hair and gently bite his bottom lip, causing him to growl out in desire. “You’ve made me feel alive from the very first day I walked in on you.” I brush my lips over his. “Let’s help each other live.”
“Fuuuck, Baby.” He runs his hand up the side of my head, before moving to the back and gripping my hair. “Hold on,” he breathes.
I grip his shoulders, digging my nails in as his movements pick up. With each quick thrust, I find myself digging deeper as I get closer to climax.
“Royal . . .” I breathe hard against his lips as I lose myself to him yet again.
Holding me tight, he slams into me three more times, before I feel him releasing himself inside of me.
He presses his forehead to mine and holds my face still. “Why the fuck are you so perfect for me?” His eyes search mine as he rubs his thumb over my face. “I never thought I’d meet someone that could make me fucking feel. You do, and it scares the shit out of me.”
I hold onto him, not ready to let go yet. “Royal . . . I . . .” Stopping myself from possibly making a huge mistake, I bite my tongue and rephrase what I was about to let slip. “You make me feel too. Please don’t ever stop. Please.”
Not saying anything, he presses his lips to mine and gently sets me back down to my feet. Quietly, he yanks his shirt off and cleans me off.
“Royal,” I call out as he turns away. “Are you okay?”
He runs his hands through his hair, but stays facing the other way. “I don’t know yet.”
Balling his shirt up, he turns around and faces me again. “You should get back to work. I’ll be back to pick you up in a bit.” He walks over and gently kisses me on the forehead. “Bye . . .”
“Bye,” I whisper as he walks away.
I wait a couple of minutes after I hear his truck pull off, before I walk around the building and go back inside.
As soon as I walk through the door, Claudette is watching me. “In my office.”
“Just great,” I mumble under my breath, while following her.
She waits for me to walk in first and then closes the door behind us. “You’re late from your break. You’re never late.”
I nod my head. “Well, I needed a few extra minutes to deal with my personal life. It won’t happen again.”
She walks over to her desk and starts gathering up her things. “Can I still trust you to run this salon in the same manner now that you have that man in your life?”
“Are you seriously asking me this right now?” I ask, pissed off that she’s treating Royal as if he’s some kind of dog.
She looks up from gathering her things. “Yes. I am. I’ve seen what men that look like that are capable of.”
“Is that right?” I give her a hard look. “And I’ve seen what men that look like your husband are capable of. That mustache is a bit creepy and suspicious of pedophile activities if you ask me?”
She huffs. “Are you accusing my husband of being a criminal?”
“I don’t know,” I reply. “Are you accusing my boyfriend of being a criminal based on his choice of tattoos and clothing?”
She shakes her head. “This conversation is not going in a direction that is looking well for you, so I suggest that you sleep on whatever else you plan on saying to me and we’ll be talking again next week.”
Grabbing her bag, she heads for the door and reaches to open it, but I slap my hand on the door, stopping her.
She looks over at me in surprise.
“Royal is a good person with a big fucking heart. You don’t know him. I do, so I suggest that you keep your fucking mouth shut before you think of speaking to me about him again. Got it?”
Her mouth opens in shock and for once, she looks stunned speechless. “Consider yourself lucky that you’re well desired here. You only get one second chance, Missy.” She runs her hand over her dress, smoothing it out. “Don’t blow it.”
She waits for me to back away from the door, before she pulls it open and stomps out.
I wait until the bell dings, indicating that she’s left the building, before falling against the door and running my hands over my face.
I was so fucking close to losing my job, yet I didn’t even have to think twice before defending Royal.
I’m beginning to see that Royal comes first to everything else. He’s all that truly matters to me at the moment and I’m not afraid to make that known.
This man completely consumes me and there’s nothing that could make me want to stay away from him. Nothing . . .
“Yo! Woman!” Madison’s voice screams from the front, making me smile. “Get the hell out here.”
Feeling relieved that she’s here to keep me company I pull the door open and walk out.
I’m surprised to see my uncle here as well.
“Well this is weird,” I say awkwardly. “Did you two come together or something?”
Mark laughs and takes a seat in my chair. “Not exactly. We just shared a stoplight together on the way here.”
Madison shrugs. “Close enough.”
“Hi, Officer Knight,” Ellie says while looking up from her phone.
“How’s it going, Ellie? Staying out of trouble?”
Ellie pops her gum and nods her head. “Of course I am. You’d be the first to know if I’m ever in trouble, Gorgeous.”
Rolling my eyes, I toss the apron on Mark and grab for my scissors. “You’re every woman’s favorite officer. How does that feel?”
He looks at me through the mirror. “What can I say? I’ve still got it.”
“So, Mark . . .” Madison says from her chair. “What do you think about Ava over here spending time with Royal? Have you arrested him before? I want the scoop.”
Mark shrugs. “I’m trusting him to take care of her. I’ve known Royal for almost two years now. Doesn’t mean that I won’t be creeping around a damn corner ready to arrest him if he fucks up my trust.”
“So you haven’t arrested him yet?” Madison asks with wide eyes, pushing for an answer.
“Only once,” Mark says stiffly. He sits up and takes the apron off. “Follow me outside real quick.”
“Alright,” I say nervously. I turn around to look at Ellie. “I’m going outside for a minute.”