Which is exactly the point.
She hesitates for a beat before nodding. “If you don’t mind.”
I do mind but I don’t say that. I shift until there’s a free cushion available then she sinks into the seat next to me and picks up the plate of food I’ve set out.
“Thank you for getting this. I know I didn’t thank you earlier—I was a little… caught up.”
I grin. “No problem. I hope it still tastes good reheated.”
She digs into the pancit first, and the second she takes a bite, a low, involuntary moan escapes her lips. It’s soft, unguarded, and it shoots straight to my cock that hasn’t seemed to get the memo that we arenotfucking our beautiful wife until she begs us to.
I adjust myself in my sweatpants,again.
She scoops up another forkful and brings it to her mouth. That mouth that was just sucking and choking on my cock because shewantedto. Because she initiated it.
What’s she so afraid of? It’s obvious to me that she’s into me too.
“This is… amazing,” she murmurs.
My plate’s long forgotten now as I watch her eat. She’s completely in the moment, savoring the food like I’d made it myself and maybe next time I will. I've always enjoyed cooking. I'm sure I can figure it out if it brings her this much pleasure.
She catches my stare and sighs, her cheeks the slightest tint of pink.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t ever apologize for making those noises. Please, continue.”
She laughs, the sound light and teasing, and nudges my shoulder playfully before returning to her plate.
“So…” I start.
“So…” she echoes, still eating, her gaze fixed firmly on her food instead of me in an overly intentional way. Guess we're going to do this without looking at each other.
“That was fun.”
Her cheeks pink a little more. “Yeah.”
“You should’ve told me that senior partner at your dad’s firm was on the line for you.”
Her fork freezes mid-air. She coughs, choking slightly, and I immediately wonder if I’ve picked the absolute worst moment to bring that up—while her mouth’s full of the best food Brooklyn has to offer.
She grabs the wine glass I brought in from the kitchen, the one she poured before giving me the best head of my life, and takes a long sip, setting it down carefully before finally meeting my gaze with her full attention.
“I’m guessing Cain told you about that?”
I nod. “Yeah. He did.”
“Would it have changed anything if you’d known?”
“Well, to start, I might’ve tried to be on better behavior.”
She snorts, laughing softly. “You seem pretty good to me—other than that almost kiss during the interview.”
“True,” I admit thinking back to that moment and how badly I wanted to kiss her. How badly Istillwant to kiss her. “But we’re a team. I would have liked to know.”
Her eyes narrow slightly, searching mine, and then she tilts her head, voice softer. “Are we a team?” I open my mouth to respond, but she cuts me off, her tone taking a sharper edge that I’ve only ever heard her use with her brother and father in their office.
“Because I’m onyourteam—as your lawyer, managing PR, doing damage control. But are we a team beyond that?”
