I assume he’s in a hurry to clean up the mess we made.
Once he leaves, more squares pop up, and techies shoot off questions. After she answers a couple dozen, I’ve had quite enough and stand. “Pardon me. I don’t mean to be rude, but my wife is done talking until she’s been fed, had time to shower, and had her injuries attended to by a doctor.”
What I don’t add is sex because frankly, it’s none of their damn business.
Chapter 30
“Make yourselves sheep and the wolves will eat you.” ~Benjamin Franklin
Gwen
Under the table, I squeeze my spouse’s hand. I could’ve expounded on the spoofing technology for hours, but frankly, it’s irritating. The government employs oodles of experts. Why do I have to spell everything out for them?
No doubt sensing I’m about to speak my mind, my over-protective alpha slides back his chair, stands, and holds out his hand. “C’mon babe, let’s go.”
“Oomph.” My leg must’ve fallen asleep because it folds when I put weight on it.
Naturally, the whole meeting caught my ungraceful fall to the floor. While my face heats, Axel steps in front of the camera, and glowers at both real and virtual attendees.
“Fromm? Where are you, man?” My irritated partner scoops me up into his arms.
As I wrap mine around his neck, I palm his cheek to meet his heated gaze. “Sweetheart, I’m fine. Put me down.”
His steel gray eyes soften on me, then narrow at the ambassador’s assistant. “My wife needs a shower, a medic, and a short nap.”
“No doctor, Axel. Really. Don’t make a fuss.” Despite my efforts to save face, my stubborn man refuses to budge and holds me tighter.
Judging by my wolf’s grim countenance, he is in no mood to negotiate.
The administrator also makes the correct decision and opens the conference room door. “This way, please.”
Butler-like, he leads us over a black marble floor, past a huge fireplace, and a king-sized bed covered by a gold coverlet. In a lavish bathroom, Fromm departs with a silent nod.
Whee!My hormones break into a round of applause because we’re finally alone.
But what is going on with Axel?
My silent wolf lowers my butt onto the greenish-gray countertop next to the sink. Unable to untie the knots in my clown shoes, he opens a medicine cabinet, finds scissors, and cuts them away.
Palms on the marble, I lift so he can remove my pants and undies. After my shirt and bra disappear, he inspects my naked body. Frowning still, he lifts me onto a built-in shower seat.
While I love the attention, I’m no invalid, and what about sex? “Honey, you don’t need to-”
“Shush, I’m taking care of you.” My man strips, runs the water until it warms, then steps aside so the gentle spray falls on me.
Soaping a soft white terry cloth, he washes my face, spearing my heart with the intensity of his gaze.Are those tears?
“Close your eyes.” My wolf’s gruff tone tells me he’d rather I didn’t ask, so I don’t.
“I love you.” When his voice cracks, I lift my lids, lean forward, and kiss the tip of his thick, pulsing erection.
“I love you, too.” My womb, my clit, and my heart ache for this hero who fights for me as I defend our country. Not many men would accept me the way he does.
After lathering more of my skin, he shampoos my head and massages my scalp. Finished, his fingers dig into my tense shoulder muscles.
My pleasure center burns as he lowers his attention to my nipples. With tits so hard they ache, I arch for more.
When they bump against his cock, he growls. “I need to be inside you.”
