CHAPTER TEN

O liver tightened the last of the screws in the window and tucked the screwdriver in his back pocket.

Travis, I’m texting you tomorrow. Send one of our human security teams to the address. Needs a full set up.

On it.

Oliver slid his phone back into his pocket and let out a sigh.

One nudge of the window and it had nearly flown open again, so Oliver had flashed back to The Institute, grabbed some tools, then returned to repair it properly.

He wondered if Sage would announce her death or if Piper would be in his world by proxy of his relationship with Ari. Either way, his body needed to get over its infatuation with her. She was off-limits.

He closed the window and locked it.

With him on the inside.

So, clearly, he was not paying attention to his own advice.

He turned to watch her sleep. She was very still, more still than usual. He’d become a Piper sleep expert over the past two weeks.

Embarrassing.

Oliver walked to the bed and found a notebook had slipped out of her hands.

Don’t read it.

He picked it up.

Do not read it.

He opened it and flicked through. Neat writing filled the pages. A few words caught his attention.

Wait a minute.

He checked the front and back cover for information, but the thing was covered in live, love, laugh , telling him nothing. He opened it again and went back to the words which had caught his attention. Words which described having sex with him.

He knew exactly who owned this notebook, because he had done those sexual things.

This was Sage’s diary.

How in the Sam Hill did Piper have her sister’s diary?

He narrowed his eyes and stared down at the female. One glance at her bedside table and he spotted some pills.

Was she sick?

He Googled the drug on his phone and discovered they were for migraines.

“Fuck, what am I doing?” Oliver mumbled to himself. Then he froze as Piper began to twist and turn and throw back the covers as if she were having a bad dream.

Shit.

Her nightie lifted, and staring right back at him was a pretty pink nipple. His cock pressed painfully against his zipper, and he cursed, adjusting himself. His tongue swept across his lips with the need to taste her.

No. She’s off-limits.

He could have any woman he wanted, but not this one.

Clearly, she missed her sister and was worried about her. Why else would she have her diary? It wasn’t like he could tell Sage. Then he’d have to admit he’d been in Piper’s bedroom and there was no fucking way he was telling anyone that.

When he left tonight, it would be for the last time.

He had a job to do, and it looked like they’d be on the move soon.

Whatever Sage and Ari decided would determine if Piper was to be a part of their lives. Their lives. Not his. Mostly.

Her back arched and she let out a little noise.

Was she dreaming?

Of him?

When her nipples hardened, and her body wriggled some more, Oliver let out a quiet curse.

Just one taste.

He stood watching her, wishing he could reach out and brush his thumb gently across her taut nipple.

A small moan escaped her lips.

God.

He should leave.

If only he could place his mouth around her pink bud, giving her the pleasure he believed she wanted.

Needed.

As if knowing what he was thinking, her body gently arched some more, and his cock jerked against his jeans painfully.

Was she wet?

Did she need his touch as much as he desired to touch her?

Oliver let out a quiet curse. This was wrong. He shouldn’t be here watching Piper in her personal space. Yet he felt a primal need to protect her for some insane reason. That, and her body called to him.

What would she do if she opened her eyes and saw him? Would she desire him? There would be no finding out. He had to walk away. Oliver wiped his hand over his mouth and face. Twice.

Fucking hell.

This was utter torture.

“Goodbye, Piper. You sassy minx. I wish I could lick every damn inch of you and fuck you until you scream,” he said quietly. “But you’re just going to have to remain my little wet dream.”

Dammit.

Oliver took one last look at the dark-haired beauty.

Look after yourself, you damn pain in the ass.

Then he turned and teleported back to the mansion and headed to the training center to meet Ben and prepare the teams.