Mine to Have (Mine #5)(58)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Saxon smiled at her. God, she’d never get used to his smile. The way it lit his face. Changed his whole face. Not dangerous then…

Mine.

And Elizabeth knew she was staring at the man who was truly hers. And he’d been there with her, during her darkest moments, keeping her safe, loving her, and she hadn’t even realized that all along…

He’s all I will ever need.

He pulled her into his arms. Put his mouth on hers. He kissed her so carefully, as if she were the most precious thing in his world. And that was how he made her feel—always so important.

So wanted.

She eased away from him.  “Everyone is waiting outside.”

His gaze was on her mouth. “Guess we should go out there.”

“No.” She kissed him again. “We should let them drink all the wine they want, and we should stay right here.”

His brows climbed.  

“Do you like my dress?” She asked him.

He nodded.

“Do you like my underwear?” Elizabeth pushed.

His lips parted.

“Oh, wait,” she murmured as happiness bubbled inside of her. “I forgot…I’m not wearing any underwear.”

The darkness of his gaze grew even more intense. “Sweetheart…”

“I’ve missed your desk.”  Her hand trailed down his chest. “You’re all healed now, right?”

He was already pulling up her dress. When he saw that she was, in fact, not wearing any underwear, Saxon let out a rough curse.

She smiled.

And he lifted her onto the desk.

“To be honest,” she told him as her hands went to his waist. “It wasn’t the desk I missed.” But she’d known that he needed time to recover.

His hand was on her sex. His fingers were in her.  Her moan came fast and hard, the same way that she knew her cl**ax would be hitting soon.  She was already wet for him. One touch, and she felt as if she were close to exploding.

His c**k was out. Fully erect. She wanted to take time and stroke him, to caress him with her lips and tongue.

He moved between her thighs. Positioned the head of his arousal right at her sex.  His hands caught hers. Their fingers threaded together, and he drove into her in one, long, mind-blowing thrust.

Then a knock sounded at the door. 

Elizabeth froze. I forgot to lock the door!

“Go the f**k away!” Saxon snarled. His gaze never left her face. His c**k filled her completely, stretching her, and she had to arch against him.

Then he groaned.

And she moaned.     

And the footsteps padded away.

“Now where were we?” Saxon withdrew, then plunged back into her. “Ah, yeah, I think…” Another thrust and retreat. “We were right…here.”

He kissed her.

She came a few minutes later, her whole body exploding with pleasure, and he was there, right there with her. Holding her tight.

Loving her.

Epilogue

Victor hurried away from Saxon’s door. He knew the sound of a man who was busy…and a huge part of Victor envied his brother.

Saxon was a lucky bastard.  Elizabeth knew all of Saxon’s secrets, and she didn’t care about his past. The darkness he carried didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she seemed drawn to him because of it.

Maybe one day he’d find a woman like that.

Instead of the women who just tried to kill him.

A waiter walked by and Victor snagged a glass of wine.  He hadn’t told Elizabeth or Saxon about Luther, well not about the fact that the psycho was Elizabeth’s father.  He figured they’d both been through enough hell without dropping that particular bombshell into their lives.

And finding out that her father had been the one to cause her mother’s death? No, that was shit that Elizabeth didn’t need to know.

Elizabeth was family now.  Soon to be his sister-in-law.  It was Victor’s job to protect her.

She doesn’t need to know. The truth will only hurt her.

So he’d add that secret to the dozen others that he kept, and he’d hope that those secrets never, ever made it to the light of day.

Because if they ever did, he knew there would be hell to pay.