His thumb brushed over the app, nudging the intensity higher.
She swallowed, glanced at him, then down at the floor.
“Keep doing that to me, and I might lose my understanding.”
Zee chuckled at her sass, cupped her nape and pulled her in for a quick kiss.
“You’ll take what I give you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, blushing.
Her acquiescence made his cock press against his zipper, half-hard.
As much as a part of him thrived in this environment, he wanted to get her somewhere private.
“There you are, Zee!I’ve got to steal him away for the photo line.Come on!”
“Of course, Frank,” Zee said to his boss.“You remember my wife?”
“How could I forget?”Frank leaned across and squeezed Ella’s hand.“You come too and help me keep tabs on him.”
“That’s what I do.”She slid her palm down his lapel briefly as she turned and followed his boss to a photo line.
Zee tapped the app to the highest setting, because if she was going to get through this night by using sass, he was going to have his fun.
“Good evening, thanks for coming,” Zee shook hands with the other honorees in line.
The camera flashes made his eyes water, but he glanced across the room, where Ella waited with the other wives and family members, and saw her brows furrow, her jaw clench.
He wanted to anchor her, to keep her attention focused on him, not thinking of where she’d rather be, and as much as he anchored her to him, taking control like this anchored him to her.
Zee posed for photos, smiled for fans, but his gaze kept finding his wife.
Ella was radiant, chatting easily with other wives and guests, laughter punctuating the din of conversation.
“What a shindig!”The familiar voice of Roger Miller’s booming voice raised above the crowd and Zee couldn’t help smiling even bigger, even as his stomach turned as the big man swept up Ella in a hug, and Zee wanted to punch the womanizing bastard.
“Just one more, sir,” the staff member said as he moved to step out of the line.
“Certainly.”Zee blinked furiously at the camera flash and finally got to Ella.
“There’s the lucky bastard!”Roger said, finally releasing Ella and gripping Zee’s hand hard enough to bruise.“What’d you do to get the red-carpet treatment?”
“He took the job, unlike us losers!”
Zee turned just as Nico pulled him into a rib-crushing hug.
“I demand a rematch!”Roger spread his arms wide, playing to the audience, and Zee’s skin prickled as the atmosphere thickened, all eyes snapping toward them.
“Tonight, at my place,” Zee said, grinning huge.“Thanks for coming, guys.”
“We wouldn’t miss it, even if you are insufferable!How do you put up with him, Ella?”Roger asked and slung his arm around Ella again.But she ducked out of his hold and laced her fingers through Zee’s.
“I spend as much time in my garden as I can.”
The men laughed, and Zee thumbed down the vibrator as he noticed a sheen of sweat on her brow.
“Gentlemen, let
