“That’s an interesting way of putting it.”
We strolled down the hallway back to Marchello’s office.
“I describe it as possessive, alpha male bullshit.” Lissia giggled. “It’s sexy.”
“Oh, I suppose.” She wasn’t wrong. Sometimes it was impossible to get Milo to bend, but he always had my best interest at heart.
“Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love being my husband’s obsession.”
I didn’t mind being Milo’s sole focus either, especially when he touched me like I was the only woman who ever existed. A warm shiver ran through my body when we reached Marchello’s office and Milo caught me in his gaze.
Trapped me, holding me hostage with one dominating stare. Before I could even enter the room, Milo was by my side and clutching my hand in his.Fierce but gentle.That was the perfect description for him.
“How are you?” he asked.
Lissia tossed me a smile, probably thinking about Milo hovering, before joining Nico and Marchello. I liked his attention.
“I’m fine.”
“What happened?”
He led me down the hall and took me to a little cut-out structure tucked in the corner, away from all the noise in the office. It was out of sight and dimly lit. Sometimes, I disappeared here for a few minutes when I felt overwhelmed with a hectic day. No one ever came down there.
“A headache was coming on and I was feeling overheated and nauseous, so I stepped away for a bit.” With my hand still in his, I leaned against the wall. “I feel better now.”
“I was worried about you.” He caressed my cheek. “You look a little worn out.”
“Don't worry about me.”
“Don’t ask me to do the impossible.”
“In my eyes, you can do anything.” When I let go of his hand, he placed it on my hip. “Lissia was a big help. Thanks for sending her to look for me.”
“Did she tell you I did that?”
“No, but I know you did.” I draped my arms over his shoulders. “She’s great.”
“She’ll be good for you.” He leaned into my ear. “Just don’t pick up any of her bad habits.”
“She’s trying to take me for a facial tomorrow.” I laughed because Lissia’s corruption of me had already begun. “I told her I had to work, but she said she would ask you.”
“She is not going to ask me.” He trailed his lips from my ear to my jaw, stirring my insides. “She’s going totellme that you’re getting facials.”
“I think you’re right.” I rested my head against the wall when he slid his hand across my stomach and kissed his way to my lips. “What are you doing?”
“Getting hard.”
“Milo!” I placed my hand on top of his, stopping him from reaching under my dress. “We can’t do this here.”
“We can.” He smirked. “But I have to take your panties off first.”
“No.”
“You don’t want to because you don’t feel well or because you’re afraid we’ll get caught?” He unbuckled his belt. “I’ll stop if that’s what you want me to do, but turn me down for the right reason.”
“I want to but…” I gazed over his shoulder. “Can we?”
“Baby girl.” He unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. “We can do whatever we want, whenever we want. Get used to it.”
