Page 151 of Damián

“Not where it matters.”

Oliver leans down for a quick kiss. “I would love to, but Rafael will be here in five minutes or less.”

“To do what?”

“To bitch about how he should have my place.”

“Or mine… since I’m your right hand.”

“I said no. It’s too dangerous.”

I smirk. “You do know I’m not actually an art dealer, right? I genuinely shoot terrorists and drug dealers for a living.”

“What?! You do?” he asks, faking surprise.

“I do. Mostly on Tuesdays, but sometimes on Fridays too.”

“Well, I happen to know the boss of the highest drug-dealing corporation in the world… Are you going to take him down?”

“Oh, that monster?” I pull him into another kiss. “I will, and it won’t be fast. I plan to take my time with him.”

“I’m not going to convince you out of this, right?”

“No,” I whisper against his mouth. “But you can still try.”

We kiss again, deepening the contact… and, fuck I can’t stop touching him. I crave him every hour of the day. I pull him closer, groaning, aching for more and—

BEEP! PING!

The intercom on the desk turns a light on.

“Fuck… Rafael is here.” Oliver gives me one last, hurried kiss, scrambles off my lap, and walks behind the desk to press a button on the console.

“What’s that for?” I ask, standing up and straightening my clothes.

“Telling Silvio it’s okay to let that dickhead in.”

I walk over and take my place at Oliver’s right side and cross my arms in front of my chest.

“What do you think, Ollie? If I stand here all glaring and all, do I look like your elite security soldier?”

“You are an elite security soldier.”

“Aww, mi cielo! Always with the sweet talk,” I tease.

Oliver shushes me, and I smirk but hold my position. It actually feels really good standing right here.

I might be furious that the man I am crazy about keeps jumping into the line of fire, but damn it, I am so proud of him.

And at least being here, right by his side, I can protect him.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Silvio opens the door, and Rafael barges in, flanked by two tall henchmen. Rafael shoves past Silvio, intentionally dropping his shoulder to hit him on the way in. Silvio glares but says nothing, quietly stepping up to stand directly behind one of Rafael’s men.

Okay then… Silvio definitely switched sides.

Good to know.