Christian and I don’t even make it to the penthouse. No, I’m already up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist while we’re still in the elevator. Christian groans roughly as he works to push my coat off, his mouth pressing hot against my neck.“Stupid fucking coat,” he growls, “should have le
“And, little wife,” he says, just as serious, still looking up into my face, “if you don’t let me fuck you right now….I am…going to die.”I burst out laughing at this, and Christian does too, just for a second before he curls his arms around me again and turns his whole body so that I’m pressed into
The next morning Christian wakes before me and presses a sweet kiss to my cheek before he heads into the bathroom for a shower and to generally clean up. I lounge in bed for a few moments by myself, stretching out, enjoying the fact that my husband has luxurious tastes and a seriously gigantic bed.
He blinks his eyes hard in disbelief and shakes his head before he smirks and pours syrup over the pancakes. “I married the right woman.”“Damn right you did,” I murmur, picking up two forks and handing him one, digging into my side of the stack as he does his. Christian smirks and considers me for
“All right,” Christian says, unconsciously straightening his shoulders as his face and his voice fall into a much more business-y sort of mode. He reaches for the salt, the pepper, and the sugar, placing all three next to each other on the table, presumably to help illustrate his plans. “Three diffe
I exhale slowly, my head drifting from side to side. “But I have not.”Christian nods, understanding. “I’m good at this,” he says, cupping my cheek with his palm. “And that’s not…hubris, my love. That’s me knowing this world. Again, I’m asking for your trust.”I study my husband for a moment and the
I stare, aghast, at my smiling husband. “Chris!” I shout, leaning forward to smack him on the shoulder. “Don’t look so excited about that, you idiot!”Christian bursts out laughing and leans forward, grabbing me and pulling me out of my chair, into his lap. “What? I can’t get excited at the prospect
Dusk is falling a few hours later when I pull the car up to the beach house and flick off the old-school navigation system, completely separate from the new burner phone Chrisitian gave me and untraceable.I heave a happy little sigh as I pull up to the secret little beach house, pleased to be here.