Slowly, she opened her eyes, and they mirrored the desire I felt.
“The property was bought under the name Jordan K. Lambert. There are several hundred in the US, so I suspect it’san alias. I also can’t find any paperwork or contracts saying there’s a building on the land. The only way to know is to get close enough and get an aerial view with a drone. Whoever owns it is very wealthy and knows someone who can hide those contracts and whatever’s actually on that land.”
“You’re amazing, Sienna.”
She blushed. “Thank you.”
And before I could stop myself, my lips were on hers. This wasn’t one of the gentle, restrained kisses I’d been giving her every morning. I kissed her like I wanted to memorize every inch of her mouth, because I did. She opened for me instantly, letting me take control. Her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers sliding into my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan. Fuck, I loved when she did that, like she wanted to fuse us together. No one had ever kissed me with that kind of hunger. No one but her.
My hands slipped higher beneath her pajama top, pushing her bra aside until I cupped her breasts, squeezing gently.
She moaned, and my cock hardened painfully.
“Ace,” she whimpered, breathless.
I nearly lost it. Hearing her call me that while melting against me woke my inner neanderthal, whispering to toss her over my shoulder, take her to my bed, and keep her there until sunrise. But if I didn’t stop now, we’d end up exactly where we shouldn’t. As much as I wanted her, we couldn’t sleep together again, not when we’d be parting ways soon. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.
I forced myself to fix her bra and pull back, every muscle protesting.
Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes soft and dazed with desire.
She looked devastatingly sweet.
“It's time for you to go to bed. But I’d like to take you out after class tomorrow.”
“Out? As in…in public?” she asked, brow furrowed. “Why? You’ve never done that before.”
She wasn’t wrong, and the truth of it hit harder than I expected. There were too many moving parts, too many risks.
“Don’t you want to be seen with me in public?”
“I do.”
I smiled. “Then it’s a date.”
“The last time I went on a date was over a year ago, and it was…disastrous. Nobody’s ever really taken me out…well, except Mandy and my mother.” Pain flickered in her eyes, and I hated that for her.
“Well, Mrs. Safin, you have a date with me. And I promise it won’t be disastrous.” I brushed a light kiss against her lips. “Now go to bed.”
She nodded and walked out of the office. This might be my only chance to take Sienna on a real date, and I intended to make it memorable, not just because she was my wife, but because I appreciated what she did last night and everything she’d done in the past few hours.
While Sienna was still mine, I’d treat her like the princess she was.
***
At two o’clock the next day, I waited outside campus for Sienna, leaning against one of the SUVs parked between the other two. Wexler sat in the one up front. I watched Sienna walk out of the building, hug Mandy—who headed the opposite way—and then make her way toward me.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Hi, yourself. How was class?”
“We got a pop quiz, and the professor already graded it,” she said as I placed my hand on the small of her back, steering her toward the passenger side.
I opened her door. She slipped inside, and I didn’t move. Instead, I reached in, pulling the seatbelt across her chest.
“And what was your score?” I asked, smirking.
She set a hand dramatically over her heart. “I’m not even sure I want to dignify that question with an answer.”
