He swept his tongue inside, taking the time to devour my mouth.
Tonight, he’d finished ravishing my body. We couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.
On the bed.
On the couch.
The kitchen. Only I’d refused to allow him to try to cook anything else. I’d learned he was good at so many things, but cooking wasn’t one of them.
When he finally pulled free, I was breathless. “What was that for?”
His laugh was dark and laced with promises. “Just because I’m proud of you. Do you approve?”
Just then, Indiana made his presence known, jumping on both of us. I could laugh easily, no longer pressured by pretending to be anything but what I was.
A girl in love.
“It’s perfect. Everything is perfect.”
“I’m glad you think so. Just remember our deal.” He tweaked my chin.
“Our deal, huh? I might have a few additional codicils to that deal.”
It was his turn to laugh just as something caught my attention. A woman standing outside the shop peering in.
“I had feeling you’d say that.” He followed my line of sight, immediately stiffening. “Do you want me to ask her to leave?”
“No. I need to handle this. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” As I walked away, our hands continued touching until the last second.
As I walked to the door, I wasn’t certain what I’d say. Several scenarios had run through my mind in the last few weeks about what I would say if I ever saw my mother again.
Suddenly, I couldn’t find the words.
She was nervous as I approached, even taking a step away. Her eyes searched mine, uncertain how I’d react.
“Mother.”
“Daniella.”
“I’m Josette now. Josette Samuels. Soon to be Josette Prince.” I held up my left hand, allowing her to see the ring on my finger.
My sexy man had even dropped to one knee, formally asking me to marry him. I’d purposely waited for a full hour before giving him the answer.
The spanking had been delicious.
“Oh. That’s wonderful for you.” Everything around her had turned awkward. We didn’t know each other any longer. “I don’t know why I came.”
“Why did you?” My anger was trying to breach the surface.
“Maybe to say I’m sorry. The things I did and what I said to you I’ll never forgive myself for. I know it won’t matter, but I’m divorcing… Walter.”
“No, it doesn’t matter, but I think that’s good for you.”
An awkward silence settled in. I could feel the heat of Sinclair’s gaze peering at me through the window. His protectiveness was only rivaled by his possessive nature.
And I adored it.
But this was something I needed to handle.
