mates. I smiled, never feeling as content as I did at that moment.
After a while, I turned in his arms to look at him. “I did make dinner.”
Percy laughed. “Good. Because I’m going to need some nourishment for what I have in mind for the rest of the night.”
“Oh?” I arched a brow.
He ran a finger over my jaw, my lips. “Yeah. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
At his words, I felt my body ignite once more. Even though he’d just fucked me senseless, I was definitely still in heat. Luckily, I’d have my mate to help me out with that.
I smiled. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet either.”
11
Percy
I didn’t even realize I was whistling as I walked through the office until I noticed people staring at me. And even then, I didn’t care.
The last three weeks had changed everything. I was happier than I’d ever been in my life, and for once I didn’t mind letting it show. I didn’t feel the need to hide my feelings like I always had. Not when Easton had brought out a side of me I hadn’t even realized existed.
We’d spend every weekend of the last three weeks together, claiming every free moment we could find for ourselves. Something changed that night I knotted him; the night there was no longer any question he was my fated mate.
As a self-proclaimed bachelor with no desire to have a serious relationship, I was probably the most surprised of all. But none of that mattered anymore. Easton and I hadn’t really talked about the future. We were still just taking it a day at a time as we got to know each other better, but the more time we spent together, the more I liked him.
There was still the obstacle of being on opposite sides of the case we were working on, but it wouldn’t be forever. We’d made a point of not talking about work, not letting the case interfere with our developing relationship. After all, the case would come to an end at some point, and then we would be able to really see where this relationship could go.
I smiled at the thought, so glad I’d taken a chance on Easton. Even more glad Easton hadn’t let me keep running away from what was turning out to be one of the best things that had ever happened to me.
I stopped in front of my father’s office, hesitating before I knocked. I still hadn’t told him about Easton, and as long as the case was going on, I wouldn’t. I tried to compose myself, so as not to make it too obvious something was different about me. Not that he would really notice anyway. He cared more about the law firm and keeping up appearances with the family than he did about me. As long as I was doing my job, that was all that mattered to him.
I rapped on the door, entering when he called out to do so. As usual, he was sitting at his desk in the position of power. It was like he wanted me to remember that we would never be on equal footing, even though I was his son. Or maybe that was just me being bitter. I shrugged it off because, ultimately, it didn’t really matter.
“What’s the latest on the Bates case?” he asked, not bothering with a greeting or asking how I was doing. Why I expected him to, I had no idea.
I held in a sigh. “Nothing new to report so far. Milo is still missing, and there haven’t been any new developments. There’s no evidence that Bates had anything to do with the disappearance.”
My father nodded brusquely. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”
I frowned. What did he mean by that?
“As long as no evidence surfaces that ties the senator to the case, then the media will grow bored of it all and stop speculating. Then the senator’s name will be cleared, and we’ll have done our job,” he said before I could ask.
Over the past few weeks, the media had finally started giving the disappearance more coverage. Bates had tried to play it off at first like it wasn’t uncommon for Milo to go missing for days at a time, off doing his own thing. But as the weeks had gone on, and we were already near the end of the summer, the media had started to sniff around more. Speculation had run wild, and now there was talk about Bates being involved.