Page 42 of Refrain


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My heart melts. Every time she says it, I feel it in my soul. “I love you, Fee.”

She sits back and gazes at me intently. “I really am afraid.”

I nod. “I am, too. But we’re bigger than our fears, right?” I question.

“Together? Always. I don’t think I could handle this life alone,” Sera confesses.

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out.”

My phone rings across the room where I set it.

“I’ll get it,” she tells me, walking across the room.

She smirks and it’s devilish. “Well, hello, Mr. Black.” She presses speaker so I can hear the exchange.

“Mrs. Nichols. How are you on this fine evening?” Damian answers, teasing as much as Fee.

“I’m quite fine, Sir. Would you like to speak to the Boss?” she asks, and I lift a brow.

“I’ll remember that later, in bed,” I murmur quietly, and her cheeks flush with arousal. I love that she’s so responsive to me.

“I would, but in person if it’s not too much trouble,” Damian replies.

I take the offered phone. “No trouble at all. You already here?”

“I am.”

“I’ll meet you in my office in five.” I hang up and Sera’s already handing me my boxer briefs. “Such a dutiful wife. What duties will you fulfill later in our bed?”

“Every single one,” she replies, her hand gripping my hardening cock. “It’s too bad you have business.” Her hand falls away.

“I won’t be long.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she replies as I pull on my jeans and t-shirt.

“I’ll be hard the entire meeting knowing I get to be wicked with you as soon as it’s finished.”

“Mmm,” she purrs. “Hurry.”

I make my way down the hallway and into my illuminated office. “Why are all the lights on?”

Damian shrugs. “It was this way when I got here.”

“Xananigans,” I mutter.

“Say what?” Damian asks.

“Sera, Xander, and Meggie were here together for nearly two hours… alone.”

Damian lifts one black eyebrow. “Xananigans, for sure.”

He looks around and I do the same.

“I don’t see anything,” Damian tells me.

Me neither. “Hmm. I’ll figure it out soon enough. How was your meeting with Mr. Richards?”

“He was resistant,” Damian answers, taking a seat across from my desk.