Page 5 of Beastly Mr. Buchanan
She knows better than to flounce her tempting body toward me.
I reach across myself to swap the hand on my grandmother’s elbow before shifting my arm across her upper back.Holding on to the only person on the planet who dared take me under her wing when I was at my most volatile is the only way I’ll keep my hands off Karey.
As Eileen, the woman beside her, makes the introductions, I don’t bother hiding my interest as I study Karey’s face.Despite my scrutiny, her smile never falters and her cheery persona never fades.
Part of me sits in silent awe at how little her mannerisms have changed, while another part rants and raves like a feral beast at the idea of her showing such kindness to a single man, much less the countless men she’s interacted with throughout her life.
I don’t share.Never have.Never will.
She’s mine.
I may turn into a caveman if I don’t get a taste of her sweetness soon.
Me man.My woman.Mine.
All mine.Only mine.
I long to toss her delicious curves over my shoulder and haul her back to my flat.I need her writhing underneath me and jiggling from the force of my thrusts.
Eileen introduces us.
Karey offers me a handshake.
My digits engulf hers.A shiver runs down my spine at the feel of her soft skin.I relish the sensation while ignoring the incessant jerking of my cock.
Good thing I wore compression boxer briefs today or I’d never be able to show my face in public again.
She loosens her grip.I do not.
Incredulity twitches in her brow.She gives the slightest tug of her hand.I hold firm.
She curls her much smaller fingers around the edge of my hand with such calm gentleness my heart lurches.
“It truly is nice to meet you, Mr.Buchanan, although I’d hate to make your grandmother feel neglected after she’s waited so long to meet me,” Karey says.
The challenge hidden within her sweet voice threatens my control.A wave of desire barrels down my spine and pulses in my balls.Liquid fire sears the inside of my shaft.A single drop escapes my tip.
I clamp down on my control, release Karey’s hand, and cup my grandmother’s elbow.
“Thatwouldbe a shame, Ms.Justice.My grandmother is my world.I’d never survive the guilt,” I say before suggesting we find her a place to sit.
I swear hurt flashes in Karey’s eyes, but the emotion fades so fast I can’t be sure.
Despite my yearning to watch her ass swaying as we walk down the hall, I follow my grandmother’s silent demand and lead us to the small private room on the far side.
An intimate space with two overstuffed couches, two matching cushioned chairs, a fancy coffee table, and a well-stocked drink and snack bar, the break room morphs from a functional space to one of endless delights the moment Karey steps inside.I want to bend her over every possible surface and explore every glorious inch of her with my hands, mouth, and cock.
God, I’ve never been so aroused before.Never been so obsessed with a woman before.Never wanted anything so desperately before.
Not even when I was first starting my business was I like this.Although I am meticulous and ruthless in business dealings, they do not affect me on such a visceral level.
The drive to prove my worth and make up for my evil deeds drove me into greatness, but the pull toward Karey reaches into my soul and demands action in a way nothing else ever could.
I help my grandmother toward the couch, but she waves me away and takes the closest chair.
Eileen urges Karey in front of her before pulling her down onto the couch beside her.Lust throbs through me as her breasts, hips, and thighs jiggle at the sudden movement.
Fucking lord, her dress is going to send me straight to hell.
