"I'm not sure how I feel about your silence?" Charles laughed shortly, looking at me starting back at him, my hands still covering my face."I'm sorry," I laughed. "I'm just so surprised.""How is it you're surprised? After today? I tried to make it obvious to you and give you an opening to say something about how you felt when I kissed you in front of people."I croaked out a little laugh and he smiled back. "You really had no idea?""I thought maybe you were stressed and needed my scent that badly."Charles nodded. "Well, that much is true. But I also wanted to make you feel seen and loved, and overall valued by me in front of the world.""Thank you," I managed to say in a whisper. "I did feel it. I did feel special."He leaned forward and kissed me softly."My love," he sighed. "You have no idea. It's like a weight has been lifted off my chest, to finally come home to you."His strong arms pulled me closer to him. "It feels so right."I put my arms around his neck, feeling his abs
"Finally," I said, reaching for his pants.He let me unbutton, unzip, and then try to move them down off him, but he was large and kneeling on the floor and I huffed in frustration while he raised his arms above his head and watched me."Now you're just laughing at me," I said, looking at his torso. "But I don't care, you're gorgeous."
"That was so fucking good," he said, rising on his elbows to look at me.He brushed hair away from my face and kissed me, his lips continuing to communicate the passion he'd just expressed with his words."My love," he said. "Are you okay?"I looked into his eyes, feeling his warmth still on me, encircling me, protect
"Absolutely not," Charles said."But if I take the security guard, I'll be totally fine."He glowered at me from behind his desk, looking like a displeased boss and less the sexy Alpha in an apron making a delicious cup of coffee from that morning."Matilda is already out there getting some amazing shots," Sally said.
"I can't imagine who the mole could be, though," I said as Charles, for what seemed like the hundredth time, made me lean over and let him inspect my upper arm.We were on my couch, going over the day with a half-dozen cupcakes.I let him press his lips against the place where slight bruises had formed, loving that he rumbled in anger every time he saw them again.
He'd left early, kissing the top of my head and inhaling deeply before he went out the door of my apartment to his waiting car.He told me not to worry, that he'd been to plenty of these government meetings before and had friends there he was happy to see. He would be back that night."We have a party to go to tomorrow morning, right?" he'd said, giving my hand a final squeeze.
Matilda and her partner Sophia were throwing a party at a restaurant to celebrate their adoption of Charlotte, the little girl from Mrs. Addison's orphanage.It was both a gourmet restaurant for the adults but in a setting of a high-end play area for the children. They served some of the most spectacular desserts in the city, many of which featured flames or smoke, and it was the destination place for birthday parties.Charles looked handsome in a button-up shirt and trousers, casual but
Charles bolted off down the street, and I sprang forward instinctively as well, but then quickly realized it was pointless, as he quickly outstripped me.Instead, I crouched and removed the rock from the manila envelope and grabbed it, then straightened up as a cry came from the street in front of me.Someone had stepped out of an alley as the figure in black was running past. Both were already struggling and then slumping to the ground. When the new figure straightened up, I saw the fla