“You’re early,” I managed, my fingers automatically reaching up to straighten his tie. “I thought you had meetings until Friday?”
“Xavier was too busy with his elaborate schemes.” Matt’s hands slid down to my hips, his thumbs tracing circles through the thin fabric of his shirt. “Besides, I missed my fiancé.”
“Missed having someone to harass about proper meal schedules, you mean.”
“Speaking of which”—Matt’s eyes darkened as they traced over me in his shirt—”I’m definitely hungry.”
“Maria’s making your favorite?—”
“Not for food.” He lifted me onto the counter, stepping between my thighs. The marble was cold against my bare legs, but Matt’s body was deliciously warm. “How about a proper welcome home?”
I wrapped my arms around Matt’s neck, unable to stop my smile. “I suppose I could clear my schedule.”
“How generous.” Matt’s lips brushed my jaw, then traced down my neck. “I love you, you impossible brat.”
“Love you too, you overprotective tyrant.” I gasped as he found that sensitive spot below my ear. “The food?—”
“Will keep,” Matt murmured against my skin. “Right now, I need to remind my brilliant fiancé exactly why he agreed to marry me.”
He lifted me off the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, our lips meeting in a kiss that started sweet but quickly turned heated.
“Bedroom,” I managed between kisses. “I’m not giving Bruno and Tyrone another show on the security cameras.”
Matt’s laugh rumbled through his chest as he carried me toward the stairs. “That was one time.”
“One time too many!”
We barely made it to our room, Matt kicking the door shut behind us. He laid me on our bed with that same care he always showed, like I was something precious to be treasured.
“You’re wearing my shirt again,” he observed, his voice rough as he loosened his tie.
“You left it here.” I propped myself up on my elbows, enjoying the view. “It would be wasteful not to use it.”
“Wasteful?” Matt’s smile turned predatory. “I’ll show you wasteful.”
I smiled up at him, my heart impossibly full. Some things just got better with time, and watching Matt Caine—my Matt—move with that predatory grace never failed to take my breath away. He’d perfected the art of the striptease over our time together, and tonight was no exception. Each deliberate movement as he shrugged out of his suit jacket reminded me why Vegas’ most powerful man was also its sexiest—he wore power like a second skin, and damn, if he didn’t know exactly how to drive me crazy with it.
“See something you like, pet?” he purred, those storm-gray eyes promising delicious retribution for my obvious ogling.
“Just admiring my favorite view in Vegas,” I replied, propping myself up on my elbows to better appreciate the show. “Though I have to say, the Maxwell’s skyline has nothing on this particular asset. You know,” I drawled as he loosened his tie with deliberate slowness, “in some states, this level of teasing could be classified as corporate sabotage. I should know—I just coded an app for that.”
Matt’s laugh was dark and dangerous. “Careful, pet. Comments like that might require a thorough investigation of your… coding practices.”
His stormy eyes met mine, darkening with promise as he stalked toward the bed. “I’ll have my legal team draft a merger agreement.” The tie joined his jacket on the floor. “Though if memory serves, your recent ‘presentations’ over video call were quite… stimulating for business growth.”
“Ah yes, the famous Caine Industries’ vertical integration strategy.” I watched hungrily as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing tantalizing glimpses of his dragon tattoo. “Though I have to say, your ‘PowerPoint skills’ have really improved. Especially that hands-on demonstration of asset management.”
Matt’s chuckle was pure sin as he let his shirt fall. “I believe you called it a ‘comprehensive performance review.’”
“Well, your quarterly figures were very impressive.” I smirked as he kicked off his shoes and reached for his belt. “Who knew billionaires could be so… thorough with their market analysis?”
The belt hit the floor with a soft thud. “Only for impossible brats who treat my wardrobe like a hostile takeover.”
I glanced down at his shirt still draped over my frame. “I prefer to call it a strategic acquisition. Besides, your shirts have better benefits packages than mine.”
Matt’s eyes flashed as he dropped his pants and boxers in one smooth motion, leaving him gloriously naked. His cock wasalready half-hard, and I couldn’t help the appreciative noise that escaped my throat.
“Is that a bull market rising, or are you just happy to see your most valuable asset?”
