Page 80 of Savage Little Lies

Her eyes widen as she stares down at the $100,000 in cash. “Holy shit.”

Amusement flickers in me as I raise an eyebrow at her. “Did you think I couldn’t get it?”

“No. I’ve just never seen this much money before,” Cara admits as she brushes her fingertip along the edge of one of the bands.

“You’re worth it,” I assure her. “You’re worth so much more.”

She lifts her green eyes to meet my blue ones. “You seem so sure about that.”

Honestly, she deserves a bonus after all the help that she’s given me while working together these past few weeks. She’s assisted me in ways that I never expected, and she’s certainly occupied my mind more than I anticipated as well.

I hope she sticks with me for a while. If I lose her, especially in the midst of the hell that I’m in now, I’ll feel the loss more than I should.

“You’ve never given me a reason to doubt you,” I say as I step closer to her, my hand reaching out to rest on her hip.

Cara slides her hand up my arm. “I don’t like disappointing people.”

I hold her gaze for a moment, and I can’t help but think that her words come from a deep place. She’s the type to fight to impress and please.

In a way, I guess I do that for my family. Or I did.

“You’ve never disappointed me,” I assure her in a gentler voice.

Cara’s face softens. She parts her lips to speak but leans up on her toes and kisses me instead.

My curiosity about whatever she wanted to say quickly fades as I sink into the comfort of her lips. It’s surprising that she’s become that to me.

Comfort. Warmth. Relief.

I don’t want to lose that, especially after I’ve just made new enemies for her.

“I need you in my bed. Now,” I tell her before grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her up my body.

Cara gently gasps into my mouth as she winds her arms around my neck.

I carry her across my penthouse to my room and lay her down on my king-size bed, enjoying the view of her on my dark gray sheets. With my eyes on hers, I shrug off my suit jacket and unbutton my dress shirt.

“I like that dress,” I tell her. “I like you in everything.”

Cara smiles as she lays back on her elbows and crosses her legs. “What about in nothing?”

Need blazes through me as I paint that picture in my mind. Why imagine when I can see that with my own eyes?

“Take it off,” I say, my voice dropping lower as I undo the last button of my shirt.

Cara sits up and reaches back to unzip her dress, the material loosening around her chest. She slides the short sleeves down her arms, coaxing the dress down her body toward her waist.

I swallow hard as the red fabric falls from her chest, exposing her full, bare breasts and peaked nipples. I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from ripping her dress the rest of the way off.

Cara pushes the dress down, leaving herself in lacy black panties. “What about these? Do you want me to take them off too?”

Her sultry, breathy voice makes my head spin. Does she realize how irresistibly sexy she is to me? Does she know how insane she drives me?

She’s about to find out.

“No, I’ll remove those,” I tell her before dropping my shirt on the ground and walking over to the bed.

Cara reaches for me as I crawl over her, her lips crashing into mine.