Page 116 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
“Come for me, Dante,” I demanded.
His fist worked furiously over his cock, his breaths sawing in and out of his lungs. He was so fucking beautiful. My heart lodged in my throat as I watched him, willed him over the edge because I wanted to watch him come.
When he did, it was with a rough growl. The sight of his cum splashing onto his belly, his chest sent me over the edge. I slammed into him, let myself go.
And knew, above all else, this man’s love would sustain me.
I didn’t want to deny my feelings for Everly, but if I never found the nerve to address them, I had more than enough to make me happy.
TWENTY-EIGHT
ISAAC
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
“Yeah. Thanks, Ransom. Tell Liam I appreciate him covering for us.”
“Will do. He said he’d be happy to fill in for as long as you need him.”
“We got a hit on the passport yesterday,” I informed my boss. “Vernon Hathaway is back in Chicago, so I expect this to escalate soon.”
“I do, too. I’m not too keen on Ian’s idea, but I can’t think of anything better at the moment.”
“A trap’s pretty much our only option.” Aside from making a call to the dark side of the law, which I was hesitant to do. The Irish mob did not forget someone who owed them a favor, and if we called one in, we’d be on the hook for the rest of our lives.
“Doesn’t mean it’s a smart move,” Ransom grumbled. “This bastard’s not just crazy, he’s mentally ill. I figure he has to know who you are by now.”
I figured that, too.
“Plus, we’ve kept the local PD in the dark on this one. Not much they can do until we’ve got some sort of proof of what he’s done. At that point, Dante would have to press charges.”
Which I knew he wouldn’t do. The man had his pride and I knew he wanted to put this all behind him. Couldn’t say I blamed him, either.
On the other hand, I wanted Vernon Hathaway to get the punishment he deserved. And as far as I was concerned, the rest of his life in a prison cell wasn’t even the half of it.
“Hit me up when you know what the plan is,” Ransom said. “I gotta go.”
“Thanks again.”
I disconnected the call, leaned back in my chair, and glanced over at Ian’s desk.
He’d spent most of yesterday out of the house, then this morning, he’d hightailed it as soon as he woke up. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew there was something going on with him. Since the night of Everly’s birthday, when I kicked him out of the room, he’d been acting different. Dante and Everly were walking on eggshells and it was all starting to piss me off.
Since I couldn’t leave, I had to endure or at least find a way to smooth out the tensions in the house until Ian got his shit together.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I found it empty. A sound from Dante’s wing of the house drew my attention, so I wandered that way, stood in the doorway, and watched as Everly helped Dante empty a box.
“Heaven called me this morning,” Everly told him. “Prince Charming asked her out.”
Dante laughed. “I’m assuming she knows his name by now?”
“Todd something or other. Anyway, he’s taking her out on Friday.”
“Does she know anything about him?”
“He’s twenty-nine, works for a tech company, but she didn’t say which one. Has his own house, a dog.”
Dante spun to face her. “A dog?”
The longing on his face surprised me. Then again, it shouldn’t have. I knew plenty about the man, but most of it was his past. I had yet to delve into his hopes and dreams though I wanted to.
“Yep. Golden retriever named Sam.”
“How old?”
“Three, I think.” Everly tucked a stack of comic books into the nightstand.
Dante sauntered across the room to the bathroom. Not wanting them to know I’d been eavesdropping, I slipped back to the kitchen, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I went.
Perhaps Dante needed a dog. Ian and I had never had a pet of our own, but I could see one thriving here. Between Everly and Dante, the thing would be spoiled.
The thought made me smile.
Two hours later, I found Dante and Everly sitting at the breakfast bar. They were finishing up their lunch. When I joined them, two sets of wary eyes turned toward me.
“Have you heard from Ian?” Everly asked, concern evident in her tone.
“He’ll be back shortly.” Though I didn’t know that for sure. My brother wasn’t answering his phone. It was clear to me he was pouting, but I had no idea why.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. I had the feeling it was thanks to my high-handed behavior on Everly’s birthday. Try as I might, I couldn’t quite understand why Ian would go off on me for that, but he’d done so for less.
