“That’s—something,” she whispers and stops pacing. “Maybe there is still hope for them.”
“There’s always hope. Don’t give up. They just need more time to rekindle the romance. I could send them on a honeymoon.”
Nikki holds up a hand. “Let’s save that for their first-year anniversary gift, when they trust us with Zeke.”
“Assuming they make it a year,” I grumble. While our family doesn’t condone divorce, they could easily live two separate lives. I don’t, however, want my son considering that as an option.
“I’m trying. I had the room redone for Zeke and a playroom set up on the main floor.” Nikki glares at me. “What have you done?”
“I paid for that damn wedding.” I’m still bitter that Harper ran off, leaving my boy humiliated.
Revenge boils in my blood.
Betraying the mafia comes at a cost, a steep price that she’ll be forced to pay.
When the time comes, I will make her pay.
Or better yet, my son will take on the cost.
Nikki perches herself at the edge of my desk and scoots back, sitting on the wood, her legs dangling off the side.
Heat builds within me, seeing her on my desk.
I stalk toward her, blocking her escape, my legs between hers, spreading her legs farther apart.
A sly smile reaches her face, like she planned this all along.
My kitten.
She grabs my tie and yanks me lower, her lips teasing me but not kissing me, yet.
I’ll make her want to kiss me.
Nikki’s mouth parts, and she stares up at me with a heated gaze, one hand on my tie, the other on my cheek as she grazes my stubble. “I want you to fuck me like you used to, when you hated me.”
I can’t help but smile. “I never hated you, not even for a moment.”
“Even when I was pregnant and trying to escape?” she asks. Leaning back on the desk, her movements drag me closer against her.
My hands firmly plant against the wooden grain, pinning her down.
“Those were the moments I loved you a thousand times more, because I knew you wouldn’t make it ten feet from me. I’d never let you run. And if you did escape, I’d have hunted you down, brought you and our baby home.”
She kisses me, her tongue wild and her body free. Her arms clawing at me like the kitten she is, her legs wrap around my hips as her mouth is fused on mine.
Fuck, her fervor is hot.
She grinds her hips upward against my groin, and I inhale sharply, pulling apart from the kiss.
I want to kiss her, taste her, devour every inch of her. My mouth descends on her neck, dropping heated kisses while gasping for air.
After all these years together, she still knows how to set me on fire.
My fingers work the buttons on her shirt, pushing the material off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
A trail of kisses across her collarbone makes her moan as I move lower. I unclasp her bra, kissing her shoulders as the straps glide down and the material tumbles to the floor.
She sighs ever so softly, and my lips move back to her chest, one hand cupping and teasing her breast, the other gently teasing her waistband as my fingers deftly move toward the button.
