“You do.” She bobs her head. “I support your decision, but you should wait until after Olivia’s party to tell them in case things get awkward.”
“Agreed.” My fingers sweep over the freckles dusting her nose and upper cheeks. “This could hurt your relationship with Cheryl.”
“It won’t.” Her voice resonates with confident conviction. “The guys will be pissed, as they should be. Things may be a little frosty for a while, but they’ll forgive you, and things will moveon. You just can’t do anything like this again. If you do, there’d be no coming back from it.”
“I know, and I wouldn’t. I’ve learned my lesson.” A huge layer of stress lifts from my shoulders. “Fuck, I feel so much better now.”
She jabs me in the chest with one slender finger. “Good, but you should have told me from the start.”
“I didn’t want you to have to keep secrets from Cheryl, and I didn’t want you thinking less of me.”
“That’s an impossibility, Zayn.” She nestles into my side as the first rays of sunlight illuminate the sky, painting it in magnificent shades of yellow, orange, and red. “You’re my person. The other half of my soul. I could never think less of you. Now, let’s watch the sunrise, and then I’m taking you back to bed.”
I waggle my brows and grin. “Now you’re talking.”
She pokes me in the chest again. “To sleep, mister. You need rest, and my pussy needs respite.”
My arms wrap around her, and my chin rests on her head as we hold one another close and watch a new day dawning outside.
Chapter Thirteen
Shandra
My hands are shaking so badly I fumble with the keys, dropping them on the carpeted floor in front of our penthouse door. “Get it together,” I murmur to myself while bending down to retrieve my errant keys.
“Nice view,” my husband says from behind, and I smack my head into the door in startled surprise. “Shit.” Maverick lifts me effortlessly, holding my face in his hands as he examines my features for any signs of damage.
“I’m okay,” I confirm, rubbing at my brow. “You shouldn’t creep up on me like that.”
“I couldn’t help it. Have you seen your ass in that skirt?”
He’s crazy, but I’m smiling for the first time in hours. “No, take a picture?” I joke, jutting my ass out. A strangled sound rips from my lips when a camera flash goes off. “Oh my god, Mav, I was only joking!”
“See.” He thrusts his cell in front of my face. “Delectable. Bite-worthy.”
“You’re incorrigible.” I snake my arms around his neck and press my body flush against his. “But I love it and you.” I kisshim deeply, needing to lose myself in my husband to forget the horrendous day I’ve just endured even if only temporarily.
“I should come home early more often,” he teases in between kisses.
“You totally should,” I agree before sliding my tongue into his mouth.
Mav grips my ass and swivels his hips, ensuring I feel the hard length that’s all for me. “We should take this indoors before we give the neighbors a show,” he quips, squeezing my ass through my pencil skirt.
“We are the only penthouse on the roof,” I remind him, arching my neck and granting him greater access.
“Valid point, but there are still cameras. Let’s not give security the thrill of a lifetime.”
His lips suction on my neck, and he holds me securely while opening the door, and that is true skill. We fall into our hallway, joined at the lips and hips. Mav kicks the door shut, and then we’re a tangle of moans and limbs as we paw at one another with intense need. “Hands on the wall, gorgeous,” he says, flipping me around.
“I like where this is going,” I purr, setting my hands on the wall and thrusting my ass out.
“If I don’t get inside you in the next three seconds, I’m going to explode.” He pushes my skirt up to my waist. “Damn, that ass, these legs.” A shiver ghosts over my skin as his hands trail slowly from my ankles up my stocking-clad legs. “Love these.” His teeth graze the bare skin on one side of the clips of my garter belt.
“Hurry, love.” I need him to distract me. To bury himself deep inside and remake me so I remember what’s important, and it’s not the shit show I left back at the office.
“Someone’s needy,” he says, straightening up and cupping my pussy through my silk panties from behind.
“Please.” I whimper as he drags his finger up and down my slit through the silk.
