“I’m not sure.” I eyed him carefully.
He smirked. “I’m going to tell you anyway.”
“I thought you would.”
Godric dipped his head down close to my face, his warm breath fanning over my lips. “You’re still going to fuck me again and again despite all your reservations.”
My snort was soft. “Why is that?”
“Because you want to. You want the right to choose your fate and who you are with. And you will choose me because you can’t seem to help yourself when you’re around me.” He leaned lower, pressing his mouth against mine, moving his lips against my lips while he spoke. "And I can’t seem to help myself either, even though you’re right. This is an extremely bad decision. And I still don’t give a fuck.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I moaned in need, my lower stomach heating deliciously. I pressed myself hard against him and ran my hands up his chest to grab hold of the lapels of his suit jacket. I wanted him to kiss me as much as I needed to breathe. His natural scent surrounded me, full of wild spice and cherries. I wanted to lick him all over.
I groaned, “Kiss me.”
Godric pounced at my acceptance. His arms wrapped around me and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held tight to his suit jacket as he pressed my back against his bookshelf.
He tilted his head and kissed my lips just how I wanted. Like I was his favorite dessert. His tongue touched mine and glided with sensual hunger, battling for dominance. He needn’t have worried. I submitted to him in a heartbeat, my body quivering against his.
I rubbed myself on his hard muscles. “Yes.”
“Mmm.” He moaned and slid his hands down to my ass, holding me close against his erection. “I want you, pet.”
I groaned in frustration and leaned away. My head tipped back, and I stared at his ceiling. “I don’t have time. Major Wilcox will kick me out if I don’t get back to her group.”
He sucked on the side of my neck with gentleness. “I can order her not to.”
I grabbed ahold of his hair and pulled his face back to stare into his eyes. “Don’t you dare. I want to make it in the CA on my own. I don’t want another man interfering in my future.”
His eyes narrowed. “You are rather stubborn.”
“At times.” I leaned forward and kissed his lips once more. “I really need to get going now. I’ll have to find her in this huge ass place.”
“That, I can help you with.” He leaned heavily against me, smashing my body against the bookcase, as he placed his forehead on my shoulder. Then he mumbled in his own frustrated tone, “Order: Call Reed.”
His bracelet buzzed.
“Yes, sir?” His assistant’s voice was clear.
“Do a search to find where Major Wilcox is in the building right now.”
His bracelet went quiet, then Reed stated, “Sixteenth floor. East wing. The CA section.”
“What is she doing there?”
Another quiet moment. “Running a search for a Ms. Poppy Carvene in your building.”
I stiffened in his arms.
Godric ordered, “Cut the electricity in there now.”
“Done.”
“Create a malfunction with their recording devices for today, all recordings deleted in their database. Send the originals to only me before deleting them out of your system.”
“I will make a note to do that tonight, sir.” He paused. “Is there anything else you need?”
“Nothing right now. Order: End call.”
His bracelet buzzed once more.
I nibbled on my bottom lip. “You do realize he was talking to my ass?”
Godric squeezed said ass. “Then he’s a very lucky man.” He lifted his head and kissed my neck before easing me to my feet. He ran a hand through his tawny curls, his brows furrowed. “If you decide you want me to straighten out the situation with Major Wilcox, I will. Just let me know.”
I patted his chest. “I can take care of it.”
He bent and grabbed my ball cap that had fallen out of my back pocket at some point. He held it out to me, eyeing the old thing. “You should really get a new hat. That one is falling apart.”
I quickly snatched it from his hand and put it into my back pocket. My eyes held his with a new simmering anger. “It was my mom’s.”
His nostrils flared as he stared down at me.
Everyone knew that my mother was dead, just like everyone knew General Carvene would never back down against Mr. Godric King. The corporations had stalled giving Port proper medical equipment when one single invoice had slipped through their hospital’s accounting program and wasn’t paid.
My mother had died because of that.
The invoice had only been twenty-two units.
Godric opened his mouth and then shut it.
I ground my teeth together. “There’s nothing you can say to make her death okay.”
“I know.” He actually sounded regretful.
My voice turned sarcastic. “Though, it was awfully nice of you to fix that little glitch in your purchasing program after she died. I’m sure you save many lives now that your technology doesn’t withhold medical equipment from those in need.”
His eyes flashed on mine. “Don’t.”
We glowered at one another. Ice and fire.
Together we sizzled with our past.
I stepped around him and walked to the door on stiff legs. With my back to him and my hand on the doorknob, I stated, “Unlock the door, Godric.”
“Unlock.” He didn’t hesitate.
I jerked the door open and walked out.
Each one of his friends sniffed the air heavily and watched me as I walked by them before turning their attention back to Godric’s office.
“Poppy, I do expect you to answer when I call.” Godric’s delicious voice was hard in demand, stopping me in my tracks.
I glanced at him over my shoulder, not commenting.
He raised one brow, and he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. “Everything we talked about in there? We already knew.”
I stared with perfect calmness. “I know.”
“You’ll answer then.”
I nodded.
One side of his lips curved up.