Duncan let out a small chuckle. “Anyway, we’re meeting tomorrow night with the Russians, right?”

“Yes. Hope things go as planned.”

The Italian nodded. “Amen to that. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Turning to me, he flashed a polite smile and walked out of the office.

“You!” My head snapped to the devil behind the huge desk. Stormy grays were hard as he beckoned me to him. “Come here.”

A shiver ran down my spine. But as if my legs had their own mind, they slowly trudged near him. Placing the purse on his desk when I was within his reach, his hand shot out and pulled me onto his lap. A gasp slipped through my lips.

One hand gripped my nape and the other one snaked around my waist. His scorching gaze held me prisoner. “What were you doing a moment ago, Rosebud?”

“W-what did I do?”

His grip tightened as he brought his face closer to mine. My eyes fell on his plump, firm lips.

“What did you do? You were checking out some other man in front of me and you’re asking, what did you do?” His jaw ticked. “Did you forget last night, my rose? Did you forget what I did to you? Did you forget the marks I left on your body while claiming you as mine?”

Goosebumps crawled up my skin at the memories of last night. Clenching my thighs, I licked my lips. Gray orbs followed the act.I pressed myself against him. “Mind reminding me again, my love?”

A groan left his mouth.

Leaning in, I kissed the corner of his lips. “I wasn’t checking him out. I was just seeing what Cassie saw in him, that she just couldn’t tear her eyes off him. My eyes are only for you, don’t worry.”

Watching me for a moment, his form slowly relaxed. I inwardly shook my head at him. Stubborn, possessive caveman.

Pulling me closer, he snuggled my neck while I slumped into him. His heady cologne filled my lungs. My home.

My eyes fluttered close as he littered butterfly kisses across my neck. His hand massaged the back of my head softly. At the moment, I let go of everything that ran in my head and just listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I told you to rest. What are you doing here?” he mumbled, tightening his grip around me as if I’d disappear. “I was just coming back home to you.”

Home? Did he—did he mean our home?

A warmth surged through my chest.

“I was missing you.” It wasn’t a complete lie. I was missing him the moment he left the penthouse.

I wanted to tell him about Liza and Sierra. But I wanted to talk to Warner first. Maybe his cousin managed to get some proof against Arthur by now.