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He wore a pair of gym shorts slung low on his hips and a ragged Army t-shirt. His short hair was damp, indicating he hadn’t been up too long.
"Dude. Early bird much?" I said in jest and leaned on one side of the kitchen's center island.
"Is she up?" he asked over the sizzle in the frying pan. Scrambled eggs were in another, covered with a clear glass lid and waiting to be eaten with all that bacon.
I grinned, shifted my cock. It wasn’t going down anytime soon. "No. She's out like a light."
The statement brought those images of claiming her to the forefront again. Harper tight against our bodies. Her face awash with need, arousal and passion. Her teeth biting down on one side of her bottom lip as she got close to the edge. That sexy cry she let out each time she came. Her pussy, so sweet, so fucking tight.
And she was still in my bed. All we had to do was go in and wake her and start all over again.
One night with Harper and I was fucking addicted. She was the sweetest drug ever. Sticky, honey flavored crack.
I moved to the coffee pot and filled my favorite mug. I took a few long sips, let the caffeine seep into my system, and looked over at Leo.
“You’re not planning to go into work, are you?” he asked.
“I’ve got to check my calendar. Probably not today.”
My staff was used to me working from home one or two days a week when I didn’t have in-person meetings. I could get my executive assistant to shift things around in my schedule, switch any face-to-face meetings to teleconferences, or postpone them if they weren’t time-sensitive. It wasn’t a problem for me to be out of my office if needed.
Hell, what was the point of being the boss if I didn’t do what I wanted?
I wanted to do Harper.
"Heard anything yet?" I asked, trying to stay focused. Neither of us could have her again if she were dead. That was a fucking grim thought.
He shook his head, but didn't look away from the last few strips of bacon he was finishing up in the pan. "Not a fucking thing. And that ain't good."
"No news might be good news," I suggested.
"Not with this crew. When the O'Sullivans set their sights on getting rid of a person, they never see it coming. That's their M.O."
"Shit." I sighed. “But if they don’t know she saw the body, then it would be quiet.”
Leo slid the bacon onto one of the three waiting plates, scooped on some scrambled eggs from the other skillet, and then filled another. He passed me one as I sat down at the breakfast bar and carried his around before settling in the high-back bar chair opposite me.
I shoveled in a bite of eggs. Thankfully, Leo was a good cook since the only thing I did in the kitchen was open a take-out container.
"Yeah,” he grumbled. “We could be sitting ducks out on the street. All we got going for us is this place. Penthouse level, excellent security. Controlled access. A concierge staff who can't be bought."
I stuffed a piece of bacon in my mouth as I let Leo’s words sink in. “I don’t know if I want to sit around waiting for a fight to come to us,” I told him after a while.
Leo shook his head and gulped down a few mouthfuls of coffee. “Actually, yes, we do.”
I put my fork down. Frowned. “Why the hell should we wait?”
“Because, exactly how do you propose to get answers? Pick up the phone and call the bastard?” Leo mimicked holding a phone to his ear with his hand. “Ask people whether or not O’Sullivan has a new person on his hit list?”
I sighed. I hated the sarcastic tone, but he was right. “Okay, but this line of reasoning isn’t gonna satisfy Harper. The idea that they might know what she saw, or they might think she’s a threat, that she might be in danger, or she might be about to have the full force of the O’Sullivan family coming down on her… all those mights won’t be enough to convince her to lay low.”
“And you feel that because—”
I bit into a piece of bacon, let the greasy taste coat my tongue. Good sex always made me hungry. And taking Harper was more than good. It was fucking memorable. I smiled as an image resurfaced of her beneath me, straddling my waist, on her hands and knees...She wouldn’t walk right for a while, after the workout we gave her.
Leo snapped his fingers close to my face, pulling me out of my head. “Focus and stop mind-fucking Harper for a minute. Because what?”
“Because it probably wouldn’t be enough to stop me from going about my business and living my life either,” I admitted.
