My eyes drop to her belly. Then I force myself to move.
I strip out of my clothes and guide us both into the shower. Her eyes don’t leave mine when I wash her between her legs until there’s no evidence left of how I ruined her. I take my time, even though we both have places to be. Caring for her. Loving her.
When we’re finished, I turn off the spray, wrap her in a towel and watch as she disappears into the bedroom to get dressed. I toss our discarded clothes in the hamper and follow her.
I expect to find her sitting on the bed, calm and relaxed, but she’s moving like a tornado through the bedroom.
“Babe?”
She doesn’t glance at me as she drags open a drawer. “I didn’t realize it was that late. I have to get to work.”
I clutch the towel at my waist, watching as she slips into the closet. A moment later, she emerges clutching one of my favorite dresses. It’s pale blue with little white flowers on it and it hugs her tits and hips in a way that drives me fucking wild.
Focus, Jensen.
“Message Juno and tell her you’re running behind.”
Mia cuts me a look as if I’ve told her to drown kittens. “I can’t just turn up when I want, Jensen.”
I pull the towel free and get a hit of satisfaction at the way my wife’s brain stutters at my naked body. “You’re the boss, babe. You can do whatever you want.”
“And when Juno asks why I’m late?”
“You’re the boss,” I repeat. “You don’t need permission to turn up when you want.”
“That’s not a reason, and you know she’ll ask. And I’ll get embarrassed and she’ll figure it out.”
I smirk. “Then tell her you were getting railed by your sex god of a husband.”
Mia snorts, but I notice she sneaks a look at me again. My insatiable little wife. “I am not telling my employee that I’m late for work because you were…” She drops her voice low, like she’s delivering state secrets “…rearranging my insides.”
I track every movement as she pulls on her underwear. The lace sits so pretty against her skin. The dress follows a moment later and my mouth dries.Fuck me. I cross the room, my hands falling to her hips. I need to touch her.
“I don’t know that I should let you out looking like this.”
She frowns, glancing down at herself. “Jensen, it’s just a dress.”
I rest my forehead to hers, uncaring that I’m naked and hard again. “It’s never just anything when it’s on you.”
Her eyes roll, but warmth dances there too. “You’re making me even more late.”
I hum. “I don’t care.” I kiss her, because I’m close to her mouth and I can’t resist. “Come and have breakfast with me.”
“I wish I could, but again… I’m late.” Mia pulls back from me and grabs her brush from the dressing table.
I grab a pair of boxers from the drawer. “You’re not leaving without eating, Mia.”
She meets my gaze in the mirror as she drags it through her wet tangles. “I’ll grab something on the way or get a delivery to the gallery.”
My jaw flexes. That doesn’t sit right with me. She’s not walking out of here without putting food in her belly.
“You’ll lose track of time and you’ll eat nothing until lunch.”
She finishes brushing and scrapes her hair back into a ponytail, securing the holder.
“If you wanted me to have breakfast, then you shouldn’t have ambushed me this morning.”
I step in behind her, my hand curling around her neck. “Baby, we’re trying to get you pregnant. You need real food in you for that to happen—protein, healthy stuff. Not takeout pastries and coffee.”
