Of course it’s fucking hard.I could cut sheet metal with the damn thing.
Then he kisses my cheek and releases my arm, rubbing it, bringing my palm up to his mouth, where he kisses it. “Pissed you off she was flirting with me, didn’t it?”
Oooh, the sadist is still in the house. I see it in the way his eyes are narrowed at the edges. “Yeah, it did,” I admit.
He grinned. “Then it’ll downright infuriate you I’m taking herout to dinner tomorrow night.” He releases my hand and heads for the kitchen.
“Wait, what?”
“You heard me.” He disappears into the kitchen.
This is news to me, because I thought we were staying in and we were going to start working on packing boxes to get me moved.
I follow him. “What do you mean you’re taking her out to dinner?”
He opens the oven to check the bird. “What I just said. I’mpicking her up at seven. Why?”
“Is…wait. Isthatwhy you took so long? You were chatting with her?”
“What do you think?”
I think he’s fucking with me, but I’m not sure. “You told me no one but me and Shae.” I love Lauren, but likehellam I sharing Chris with her.
“I specifically said friends are okay.” He backs me against the fridge. “Are you saying I can’t be friends with her, Kev? You weremarried to her for, what, four years? How long did you date before that, hmm? I’m assuming you slept with her before you guys were married? I’m not putting my dick in her, if that’s your problem. Why can you be friends with her and I can’t, when I’ve never even fucked her?”
Shit.
He has me and he knows it.
“Yes, of course you can be friends with her.”
“Didn’t need your permission, but thankyou, baby.”
I’m so mentally and emotionally off-balance right now, I can’t focus.
Especially when he slants another kiss over my mouth while palming my bulge.
“Besides,” he mumbles against my mouth. “Shae called me after I left here. You’re going to a dinner with her tomorrow night, mister campaign manager. She’ll have a car here for you by six. Andthat’swhen I asked Lauren out to dinner.”
“Motherfucker,” I mumble back, not wanting to break our kiss, either.
He squeezes my crotch, almost to the point of pain, when I realize my mistake. “Motherfucker,Sir,” I mumble.
He releases me, laughing as he pulls me into his arms. “Fucking with you is just too damned easy, baby. Keep this up, you might survive my asshole mode with your sanity intact.”
“I doubt that, Sir.”
The evil twinklein his eye makes me nervous. “Hey, I’m looking forward to hearing all sorts of stories about you tomorrow night from Lauren.”
* * * *
I’ve shaved and am down to trying to get my tie knotted right when Christopher appears in the doorway behind me. I catch his eye in the mirror. This is one of the new suits, and Christopher ordered me to wear the blue glasses. He stands there without a shirt,leaning against the doorframe and watching me with hunger in his eyes.
I don’t understand why, though, because he fucked me during our shower and wouldn’t let me come. I’ll be allowed to come once I’m home.
He walks in and reaches around me, lightly swatting my hands away so he can unknot and then retie my necktie.
“There.” He meets my gaze in the mirror from over my shoulder. “You’re fuckinghot, baby.”
