SARAH I part my lips to make way for his and kiss him like my life depends on it, because it does. I have spent every waking moment wanting, aching, yearning for them. I am not prepared to leave this building without a sore vagina. When you’re untouched by your husband for almost a year, you tend to develop an insatiable hunger once you find someone or people who satisfy you. That’s what I feel for the HawkThorne brothers. An appetite for only them. I wrap my hand around his neck and he shoves his tongue into my mouth, eager to taste me. I let him. I let his tongue dance around me, slowly peeling his lower lip with mine. Malachi HawkThorne tastes like freshly brewed coffee on a Monday morning, with just enough milk and sugar. So fucking sweet. I want more. His fingers dig into the skin of my ass, and I moan softly. How long is it going to take him to take it off and bend me over? Malachi pulls away from me, breathless. I see the shock in his grey eyes as his orbs dance around my face. Can you really blame me? They sort of ruined me for any other man the night they fucked me. I look away from him, my cheeks burning in embarrassment. He reaches for a button on the elevator wall and presses it. The elevator lights turn red, and I raise a brow at him. “What did you do?” I ask. He doesn’t wear his usual smug grin. I can tell that I’ve rattled him, but he manages to smile. “Called security.” “What? Why would you do that?” “For you.” I scoff. “For me? What does that even mean?” He eliminates whatever distance exists between us with one step. I shudder underneath his gaze, but it’s worse when he touches my chin and slowly lifts my head up. “I’ve been waiting almost a week to have you, Sarah. To taste you—by the heavens, to fuck you. What do you think is going to happen if I do bend you over in this elevator? Where you have no support, no anchor?” I swallow hard, but it does nothing to dampen my dry throat. Does he know how horny he makes me when he sounds like that? “What if I don’t need an anchor?” A foolish reply, I know. But it’s a reply nonetheless. Malachi chuckles. It’s a dark sound that sends heat waves down my spine and straight into my pussy. “Trust me, you’ll need one.” I part my lips to speak, but the elevator doors open to reveal three security guards. The red lights go off, and the men’s faces are masked with confusion as they look from Malachi to me. He tucks his hands in his pockets and steps in front of me. “I’m sorry, gentlemen. I was in quite a fix with the little space in here. Claustrophobic and all. So, she had to press the emergency button. But it’s all good now.” He steps out and taps one of them on the shoulder. “Are you sure you’re alright, sir?” He shifts his gaze to me. “And you, ma’am?” For reasons best known to me, I can’t speak. So I simply manage a nod as I step out. Malachi tips them a hundred dollars each for their troubles, and they go away thanking him. I roll my eyes when he turns to me. “Was that supposed to impress me?” His brows furrow. “Three hundred dollars? No way. If I wanted to impress you, I’ll get you a berry farm.” A berry farm? Now that’s odd. “Why?” I fold my arms across my chest as I look at him. He doesn’t touch me, but he leans into my right ear. My knees weaken at his scent. It’s different from Ronan’s and Jaxon’s. “Because you love berries.” My eyes widen. How does he know that? I mean, I know that they have known me since I was younger, but it didn’t mean they had to know what I loved and what I didn’t. They were Kevin’s friends, not mine. I’m about to say something when his phone rings. I watch Malachi move away from me, take his phone from his pocket and press it against his right ear. He looks down at me. “Yes, she’s with me. No, I’m about to see her to her car. Yes, she’ll be safe. Alright, I’ll see you at lunch then. Yes, sure.” He ends the call. “Who was that?”He smiles. Does he ever get…I don’t know, angry or something? “Ronan.” “He knows you’re here.” Malachi lets out a low laugh. “He knows we’re all here.” I say nothing and look ahead. The HawkThorne brothers are very close. If they ever disagree on anything, no one knows. Ronan, the first, is known as the spine of the Hawk empire. He protects his brothers and sits at the helm of the affairs of the Hawk empire. Malachi, is the second, and he’s known to be the eye of the company. He keeps record of everything and keeps everything and everyone together. Suspicious business deals, suspicious and disloyal people are known to be sniffed out by Malachi. People say he has a spot on intuition, second to none. Jaxon? He’s the fist of Hawk empire. If someone needs to be killed, he’s the guy to get his hands dirty. “The Ruthless”, they call him. How they were able to come together and build Hawk from nothing amazes me till this day. Kevin had once told me they weren’t blood brothers. The three of them were adopted by one family from different orphanages, and worked together to become the most feared and respected businessmen in the country. Malachi helps me open my door, and my lips spread into a smirk. “Wow, what a gentleman.” “Always a gentleman.” He watches me get into the car and closes the door for me. He lingers by the window and watches me with a hungry look in his eyes. “You know, if you want to come into the back seat…” “That’s not how we do things, Kitten. You know it.” Wow. Way to shut a woman down. “Well, you could call them to…” “If Ronan wants to degrade you, it wouldn’t be in the back seat of your car.” I bite my lip to hide my embarrassment, then clear my throat. “Alright then.” “Christ, Sarah. I didn’t mean it like that.” He reaches for me, but I move away from him and shoot him a glare.“It’s fine, Malachi. I’ll just go.” He runs a hand down the length of his onyx black hair in frustration. “Come on, Kitten. Don’t be like that.” I sigh. “I need to go, Malachi. I need to find someone who’s not above fucking me in my back seat. Now if you’ll please excuse me…” the rest of my words trail off as I press a button by my side, pulling the window glasses up. Malachi frowns and takes a step backwards. The look in his eyes causes me to look away from him immediately. Aww. Did I hit a nerve? Good. Although, I can’t help but feel like I’m going to pay for it. One way or another.