Piece by Piece (The Riggins Brothers #2) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,70
same way. Like when we’re close, or when you’re touching me, nothing else can. Everything is right in my world.”
“Come on, guys,” Conrad says from the doorway. “This is a professional establishment,” he says, walking in and taking the seat Layla was just sitting in.
“What happens in my office, stays in my office,” I fire back at him. “What’s up?” I ask, tightening my hold around Layla’s waist when she tries to move.
“I smelled lunch,” he says, eyeing the table.
“Didn’t you have a lunch meeting?” Layla asks him.
“Yeah, but it was at some stuffy restaurant where the portion size is smaller than half of the palm of your hand, and five times the cost.”
“Want me to order you something? I can run across the street to the deli and grab you a sandwich or a wrap,” she offers.
“Thanks, Lay, but I’ll run over there and get something.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”
“I’m sure. Besides, I don’t want this guy in my ass because you’re buying me lunch.” He winks.
“He’s just a big teddy bear,” she says, resting her palm against my cheek. Her thumb traces over my beard that I happen to know that she loves when my face is buried between her thighs. “I need to get back to work.” She leans in for a kiss, before standing and gathering my trash, and wrapping up the rest of hers and placing it in the bag.
“You didn’t finish eating.”
“Did you see the size of that thing?” she asks.
“Wow, I didn’t think you shared, O” comes from the doorway.
“Oh my gosh! I’ll be at my desk.” Layla laughs and scurries from the room.
“Gotta admit, bro, that blush of hers is damn cute,” Marshall says, leaning against my desk.
“Yeah,” I agree. Then again, everything about Layla is cute and sexy in my eyes.
Another look at the clock tells me we have just four, short more hours until I can get her home and in our bed where I can lose myself inside her. It’s without a doubt, my favorite place to be.
Chapter 24
Layla
“Wow, look at you,” I say to Sawyer as she approaches my desk. “Did Royce see this outfit?”
“No,” she says with a laugh. “He had to be here earlier than me. I got to sleep in.”
“He’s going to flip,” I tell her.
“Meh, he’ll be fine.”
“I loved it when you bought it, but I love it even more now. It looks great on you,” I tell her honestly.
“Thanks.”
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Royce’s deep voice echoes throughout the lobby area.
“Uh-oh, broody Royce,” I whisper, making Sawyer laugh.
“Sawyer,” Royce says, now standing next to her.
“Hey, babe.” She smiles up at him.
His eyes soften, which tells me that although he may be brooding over her outfit, the love he has for her outshines it all. “What is this?” he asks. His hand disappears where I can’t see it, and her body moves closer to his.
“It’s a new skirt. I bought it a couple of weeks ago when Layla and I went shopping.”
“Where’s the rest of it?” he asks.
The elevator dings and I turn to watch Conrad walk off. “Damn,” he says, fisting his hand and placing it in front of his mouth.
“Keep walking, Con,” Royce bites.
“Looking good, sis.” Conrad chuckles as he walks past us to head toward his office.
“You have to go home and change,” Royce tells her.
“What? I’m not going home to change.”
“Yes, you are. Sawyer, I can’t work knowing my brothers and every other man, hell, probably some women are ogling you.”
“They are not.” Sawyer shakes her head. “Conrad is just trying to get you worked up.”
“Well, he succeeded.”
“What did I miss?” Owen asks. “Conrad just walked past my office, laughing like a hyena.”
Sawyer loses control as a giggle escapes her lips. She quickly places her hand over her mouth when Royce glares at her. “You’re trying to kill me. That’s the only explanation.”
“What did you do, sis?” Owen asks her.
“He doesn’t like my skirt,” Sawyer explains.
“Fuck, babe. It’s not that I don’t like it. I fucking love it, and your ass and your legs look fucking edible. That’s what I don’t like. That other men get to see you like this.”
“Yeah, but I’m coming home with you.” She holds her hand up and wiggles her fingers, making her engagement ring sparkle in the light.
“Fuck,” Royce mutters. He rests his forehead against hers, and I force myself to look away, giving them their moment.
“I should be back here in time to take you home,” Owen says from beside me.