It’s nearly midnight when we walk through our own front door later. To Liam’s credit, he waits until then to start in.
“That fucking cuntbitch,” he spits. “I wanted to reach out and choke her unconscious for being so hateful.”
She was pretty hateful, including a couple of comments I’m sure she thought would make her seem progressive, but the use of “you people” proved to me she was little more than bigoted trash.
I grab his tie and pull him in for a kiss. He’s so angry still that he actually tries to pull away for a second…until he realizes what I’m doing.
It’s the first kiss I’ve given him since the day of the revelation.
He starts to grab me then immediately eases up. “Baby,” he whispers against my lips.
I look up into his eyes. I love this idiot. With my anger finally fading into something completely different and unexpected for Ward, I can better manage my emotions around all of…this.
“Liam and Daniel tonight,” I tell him before he can swoop in for another kiss. “If you can keep it like that, I wouldn’t mind some make-up sex.”
Yeah, I know how to distract him. His gaze softens and he pulls me in for a tender kiss. “If you only want to cuddle, I under—”
“I’m telling you what I want.” But his response sealed it. I am an absolute slut for this man under normal circumstances. We’ve long had a running joke that I don’t need a safeword, because he could just nip my ear, or tweak my nipple, and have me begging for whatever it is he wants to do to me.
Later, after we’ve made love, my mind can’t help but start working on my latest fledgling plan.
How to best dig up whatever dirt I’m sure there is on Olivia so I can leverage it against her without causing any damage to Ward’s life.
