The tallest guy looks up at me when I speak. He quickly sizes me up, his gaze raking over my swim trunks and bare chest. The way he grins and looks back at Tiffany tells me he doesn’t take me as a threat.
“Oh, babe.” Tiff turns around to speak to me.
Both men’s gazes drop to my wife’s ass and then widen. The tallest one bites down on his bottom lip.
“These guys are renting the villa next to ours. They play football for the Alabama Bobcats.”
They looked like athletes. Both tall and bulky.
“Yeah, we were telling your girlfriend…”
“Wife,” I correct. I reach out for Tiffany, and she comes willingly, fitting right up against me. I wrap my arm possessively around her waist and drop a kiss on her neck.
Both men look at my arm on my wife’s hip and smirk. When the tallest one makes eye contact with me again, I see the approval in his gaze. I didn’t need his fucking approval; I know my wife is a fucking beauty.
“We were telling her we were having a small gathering tonight and wanted to invite you two over.”
Even though he’s not downright eye-fucking Tiffany anymore, his gaze still lingers on her entirely too long.
“I appreciate the offer, gentlemen, but we will skip the party. You fellas enjoy your night.”
Both men nod respectfully before turning and walking away. I stare at their retreating backs as they walk down the steps of my patio and back onto the beach.
The sound of her laughter draws my attention away from the men. I look at her and place a kiss on her lips.
“What’s so funny?”
“You. How did you assume I didn’t want to go to their party?” She lifts a playful eyebrow at me. “Being around all those big, rich, handsome athletes sounds like a girl’s dream.”
Her teasing tone earns her a smack on her ass.
“I have no problem ruining careers behind you, Tiffany Liane Basille. Don’t make me fuck up the Bobcats season.”
Her laughter is light and free. She deserved this.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
I don’t even reply to that. I just looked at her with a raised brow. She knows damn well I mean what I say.
“Boss, I’m heading out for the night,” Ghost says behind me. I don’t turn to look at him. Ghost wasn’t actually leaving. He was going to his side of the villa. He was letting me know I wouldn’t see him for the rest of the night unless I called for him.
“Night, Julian,” Tiffany sings waving at Ghost behind me.
Ever since I told her what Ghost’s real name was, she has refused to call him anything else.
“Ugh. Goodnight, Ms. B.”
My second hates that she calls him by his first name, but he would never say anything to her. I listen for the glass door to open and shut behind him.
Lifting my wife off her feet, I spin her around. She wraps her legs around my waist and squeals. I place kisses on her chin and then work my way up to her lips. She scrapes her nails through the short hair at the back of my neck.
“I’ve been fighting to keep my hands off you since you came down in this bathing suit.”
She chuckles as she pecks my lips one last time. She uses her thumb to wipe the gloss off my lips. “You need to thank my mother. She’s the one who picked this out.”
“Really? I guess Evelyn is now okay in my book.”
Once again, she graces me with her laughter. “You know what? She’s okay in mine too.” The grin on her face shows her joy at those words. “These past five weeks with her have been good. My mother and I have never really spent time together before. I’m seeing her in a new light.”
