“Dropped him off at the hotel . . . Show it to me,” he says, grinning.
“Show what?”
“You know what—when were you going to tell me you got honorable mention?”
“Who snitched?” I ask, while fishing the ribbon out of my purse.
“Casper couldn’t wait to brag about it.”
I hold out the ribbon for him to see. He leans over the console and gives me a big bear hug. “So fucking proud of you.”
“Wild, huh?” I muse.
“Well deserved. You designed an incredible piece and executed it beautifully.”
The blush rises in my cheeks. He’s not saying it as a friend or someone I’m romantically involved with—he says it as a peer, as my mentor. Pride fills my chest as I accept the compliment. It means so much coming from someone with as much talent as Logan Teller.
“Thank you.” I nod. “Everything go well with your mysterious errand?”
I didn’t come out and ask him what he needed to do, but he didn’t offer.
His grin is practically cheek to cheek. “It did.”
I tilt my head with a small smile. “Gonna tell me what it was?”
He shifts the car into drive and pulls away from the curb. “Just some boring paperwork.”
My wife believes in soul mates. I, on the other hand, believe in taking what’s mine. There isn’t a lifetime she could hide in where I wouldn’t hunt her down. Fate didn’t marry us today—I did.
It’s not that I did it without her permission so much as she just hasn’t been formally notified yet.
It wasn’t even that hard. All I had to do was purchase property in Montana, make it my primary residence, establish a little trust with the locals, and get the county to perform a proxy marriage—which is a walk in the fucking park once you forge the paperwork.
Kelly showers with her head tilted back, water sluicing off her inked skin. She’s so goddamn beautiful I can hardly speak. I lean against the doorframe, admiring the way the steam winds itself around every luscious curve. Bringing the lowball glass to my lips, I let the smooth smoky Foxx Bourbon coat my tongue, while my fist tightens around the plain white shirt in my other hand.
I didn’t even know proxy marriage existed until a couple years ago. That was when the wheels in my head began to turn. Apparently, residents of Montana have the option where one or both parties are able to marry each other by representing someone as their proxy—in this case, Thor.
“Are you going to join me or just stand there and watch?” Kelly asks.
I smirk and push off the doorjamb, setting my things on the bathroom counter. Well played. After shucking off my clothes, I swing the shower door open and step inside, letting the warm steam envelop me.
As soon as her eyes flick briefly to my cock, her plush lips part. The hitch in her breath has the corner of my mouth tilting up. That sultry gaze of hers drags over every inch like she’s already plotting a hundred ways to ruin me. I could stand here for days watching her try and fail to hide her hunger without ever growing tired.
She hauls me into her, delicate fingers linking behind my neck and bringing my mouth to hers. Soft, starving lips brush mine while her nails scrape my skin. Breaking the kiss briefly, she searches my eyes, then kisses me again, running her fingers through my wet hair. “I have wanted you like this for so long,” she whispers, melting me into a fucking puddle.
I chuckle, allowing myself to succumb to the pure happiness bursting in my chest. “Is it everything you imagined?”
“Not exactly.” She glances down, sinking her teeth into that full bottom lip as she stares at my hardening length.
My hands slip down her sides and reach behind, filling both my palms with her ass. “No?”
She releases a gentle sigh. “When I imagined it, you were buried in my throat.”
My head flops back, and I squeeze my lids tight. “Jesus, Kelly.”
Lowering my chin, I cup her neck, tilting her jaw up while my lips cover hers. She smiles against me. “Please?”
I nod, and she falls to her knees.Fuck, yes.Widening my stance, I make every effort to adjust my height, then brace a palm against the tile wall. I’m defenseless against her pleading.
