Page 76 of Knot Your Pawn

“I don’t think I need to try.” He slides his hand, so it’s right on top of my cock, the warmth seeping through the fabric delicious. “You’re always happy enough to do that all by yourself.”

“That happens when I’m around you.” I take the hand from my cock and kiss his knuckles. “But I don’t think this is a good idea. Unless you want to tell Derrick to keep driving around the block for the next hour.”

Mathew’s laugh is deep and content, relaxed, his amused pheromones slipping out just a sliver. “While I wouldn’t be against that idea, we’ve got a client waiting and I don’t think it’s a good idea to show up late and reeking of sex.”

“Probably.” I lower his hand, but keep holding on.

Having him all to myself for these small pockets of time is a luxury I don’t get often, not just because we’re in a pack, but also because we’ve been very busy lately, so I’m going to enjoy it as much as possible.

“We’re almost there. Two minutes.” Derrick lets us know in a dry voice, probably to make sure we’ll be presentable when we arrive, and I can’t help but laugh at the slightly annoyed face Mathew pulls in Derrick’s direction.

We really don’t need the reminder that we can’t get up to anything right now.

As the car slows down, I notice that there are a lot of people standing in front of the place we’re meeting. A lot of people.

Lots of people in Mathew’s line of work travel with a security team, but this looks like more than usual, way more than usual.

Plus, you don’t leave your whole team in front of the building, you send them into the building ahead of you, scope out the place, stuff like that.

“Derrick, keep driving. Tell the other car to keep driving too. Don’t stop. Timothy, check what’s going on.” Mathew’s hand tightens in mine, but he doesn’t let go.

He’s leaning back, looking out the window, so that he looks like he’s relaxing to anyone who glances inside, but there are worry lines on his face and the tension in his body is high.

Something’s wrong.

This isn’t normal.

As we pass by the building, I notice that the people waiting out front are openly carrying weapons, their eyes following us closely. Everyone stays in their place, not following us, but the threat is clear.

If we stop, they’re going to grab us. If not kill us…

Clove and cinnamon pheromones, filled with alarm, fill the car.

“Timothy?” Mathew’s voice is sharp, his grip on my hand tightening. “What’s going on?”

“Check your phones. It’s all over the news.” Timothy sounds stressed as he’s tapping at things on his phone, his movements turning frantic.

“We’re going home immediately, no stops. And we’re closing everything down. Nobody in or out.” Derrick speeds up and the car with the rest of the security team does too.

Confused and not entirely sure what’s going on, I glance at Mathew, but he’s still staring straight outside, his face white as a sheet, his eyes filled with terror.

Since he’s not moving, I take my phone out.

There are over a hundred messages waiting for me.

I hadn’t noticed them coming in because I’d turned the notifications off.

In the time it takes me to unlock my phone, I get ten more, all about the same thing and my heart sinks.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

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Vera

I stare at my laptop, bile rising in my throat.