Page 20 of Possessive Mr. Pen

Hilary’s heart matches her body: big and much too generous once she lets you in.

Of the four pitiable kids she vowed to always protect in her youth, one disappeared, two live with her now, and the other receives topnotch care in one of New York City’s best live-in care facilities.She calls them her siblings, but despite my digging, I can’t find a blood relation between any of them, which means her charity comes purely from her big, beautiful, fierce heart.

It would be an asset if it wasn’t such an obvious target.

As of now, the girl in the hospital needs a rather large lump sum for experimental medicines.

If I must blackmail my warrior goddess to have her take her rightful place by my side, then I will.I’ll do anything to have her.She’s mine.

Once she’s firmly in my grasp and warming my sheets, I’ll make sure no one else can use her weaknesses against her.

She’s mine to exploit.Only mine.

Her worry for her so-called sister may distract her in quiet moments, but she performed perfectly this week.All throughout the long work days, during grueling negotiations, and even after hours, she maintained a calm, capable air about her.

She also kept my office door open every time she entered.We spent every meal this week—sans breakfasts—with clients, board members, or investors.Late nights were never just the two of us.

She single-handedly ensured I never had a chance to touch her.Not even the brushing of hands as she passed me paperwork or coffee.

Whoever taught my gladiator goddess to protect herself so well should be shot.

I’ll gladly take a bullet to have her in my arms.She’s pure perfection.

I swallow my hunger and lean back in my chair as she strides into my office.Despite the setting sun outside my floor-to-ceiling windows, she looks as fresh and composed as she did when she arrived before the sun rose.

She’s taunting me in ways I never thought possible.I prop my elbows on my armrests and steeple my fingers in front of me.With my coat on the back of my chair, my tie hanging on the coat rack, my sleeves rolled, and the first few buttons of my shirt undone, the movement bares my forearms and highlights my exposed throat.Interest glints in her eyes when she glances down at me, but she hides it behind a cool façade as she moves to the front of my desk and slips a few black folders under the stack in the corner.

“Those can wait until Monday.I made the changes you requested for next week’s schedule, confirmed the new appointments, and made sure everything is in order for Monday,” she says.

I weave my fingers together and enjoy her struggle.She gives in to temptation and glances down at my body.I long to fulfill the yearning in her gaze but refuse to go back on my word.

We will take this at her pace.If that means making her think my pace is hers through underhanded means, then so be it.I will not use physical force against her.

We’ve both seen enough of that in our lives.

“When was the last time you checked your personal email?”I ask.

She blinks and lifts her eyes to mine.My cock throbs as I study the blush darkening her complexion.

“A little over two hours ago,” she responds.

“And you’re busy tomorrow and Sunday?”I string her along, boxing her in to further my plan.

“I am, yes.”

“Good, then you’ll come with me this evening,” I declare.

“Mr.Pen, I—”

“Check your email,” I interrupt.

She grits her teeth and pulls her phone out of her inner breast pocket.My mouth waters at the glimpse of her cleavage.I dream of slipping my hands under her loose blouse, unsnapping the front closure of her bra, and devouring her breasts through the silky fabric of her bra.

I might disgrace myself hearing her throaty moans, but it would be worth it to pleasure her again.

She shifts her attention to her phone, and after swiping the screen a few times—no doubt deleting unimportant emails—she lifts it closer to her face and narrows her focus as she reads the message sent by Brennan Diamond’s wedding coordinator.

The email contains, in bold, a notification saying the bridesmaid dresses and groomsmen suits are ready for the first fitting before listing the finalized reception and after-party dress code, which are ridiculously specific.