Page 96 of Unbound

“I wouldn’t take down a power grid.” Well… “Not without a good reason.”

Walker points at me, his expression hard. “No.”

I accidentally circle back to our earlier argument. “But⁠—”

And just like earlier, Walker is on me in an instant, his hand at my face, thumb pressing against my lips. “Fucking hell, Sybil. Just keep your goddamn mouth shut for two seconds and let me have this.”

I know Walker is very frustrated with me right now. Possibly even a little scared thinking about what might have happened if I wasn’t as naturally skilled at committing acts of violence as I am. And is probably also bothered by the discovery that two of his employees wanted to hurt him.

I sympathize, because I’m pretty fucking bothered those two mouth-breathers wanted to hurt him too. But my feelings toward them are quickly taking a backseat to one much more prominent emotion. This one fully driven by the man staring down at me like he can’t figure out whether he wants to lock me in a room or tie me to a bed.

My vote is definitely on the second one. Unfortunately, there are no beds here. And I’m also facing a second, much bigger issue—I’m not very good at keeping my mouth shut.

“Has it been two seconds?” I ask the question beneath the press of his thumb, the tip of his digit sliding just past my lips at the movement.

And since it’s there, I might as well suck on it. Maybe reroute Walker’s thoughts a little so he forgets how mad he is at me.

Walker lets out a low rumbling sound as I flick my tongue against his skin, stepping closer. His eyes darken as they drop to where my mouth is wrapped around part of him. “You could have gotten hurt.”

Damn. He is really great at holding a train of thought.

Releasing his thumb, I try to look remorseful. “I’m sorry.”

Walker slowly shakes his head. “No. You’re not.”

“Fine.” I huff out a sigh. “I’m not.” I rub my lips together, wondering how long he’s going to hold this against me. Hopefully not too long, because Walker is quickly becoming so much more than my protector. He’s also the person I want to spend all my time with. It will be really weird if he’s mad at me.

But maybe…

“I could make it up to you.” I lick my lips, already very much invested in this idea. “If you want.”

Walker’s eyes narrow as he leans toward me. “If you think sucking my dick is going to make me forget about you getting between me and a man armed with a knife, you are very fucking wrong.”

“It wasn’t a knife. It was a box cutter.” I slam the tool down on the corner of his desk. “And I’m very confident I could suck your dick well enough to make you forget a lot of things.”

Walker’s hand slides from where it’s still curved along my jaw, to hook around the back of my neck. “Snoopy, you’ve got a better chance of making me forget things if you offer to sit on my face.”

I’m going to have to file that away for future reference. “I don’t think that’s a viable option here.” Walker’s office is nice, but it’s not really outfitted for face sitting. My eyes drop to his desk and I remember a promise he made me. “But you did say something about fucking me across the surface of every item you own…”

I’m not the kind of girl who plays coy or hard to get. I don’t have that kind of spare time. Especially not right now, when I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to be on our way to HR.

Walker’s hand shifts from my neck, his fingers sliding into my hair. He grips tightly, forcing my head back as he leans into my ear. “I don’t think you deserve to be fucked. You haven’t been a very good listener today.”

If he wasn’t holding me up I’d be flat on the floor. Because how the fuck am I supposed to be responsible for staying upright when he says shit like that?

“What if I ask really nicely and promise to try to be better next time?”

I’ll beg. On my knees. With his dick in my mouth.

Except I think he knows I’d like that, which is why he wouldn’t give it to me.

Walker’s breath is warm as it fans over the sensitive skin of my neck. “Don’t make me promises you can’t keep.”

“I promised I’d try. I didn’t promise I’d succeed.” I need to shut up. I’m very much not helping my cause right now. “But I really will try. I swear.”

In the blink of an eye, I’m spinning, the office swirling around me until it comes to an abrupt stop. The next blink, I’m pressed forward, face meeting the cool, smooth surface of Walker’s desk.

Hot damn, I did it. He’s going to rail me right across this thing, and all I have to do is pretend I won’t crush a few testicles for him the next time the opportunity arises.