“I’m bleeding everywhere,” he complained, his voice nasal. Lucian tugged a hanky out of his pocket and shoved it at him. Atlas dabbed pitifully at his face, then let out a long sigh.
“Fucking TechRaker. Every article painted me as the party boy and you as the brains.”
“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” Ri snapped.
“So you decided to point a gun at my wife?” I pressed, squeezing Ri’s hand three times. “You know what? I don’t want your justifications. Nothing you have to say will ever excuse your actions.”
I released Ri’s hand, crouching down in front of Atlas, meeting hiseyes. “You did what you thought would get you what you wanted—money, or respect, or whatever you expected the SynAPPsee guys to shower you with. You gambled with the life of my wife … and you lost.”
I straightened to stand over him, arms crossed. He looked so pathetic, his fauxhawk a sweaty mess, his nose swollen and misshapen. “There’s a reason I’m the brains, Atlas. I plan for all contingencies. You fucked with me, and you found out.”
I turned, slinging an arm around Ri’s shoulders. Before we left, I turned back to him. “You better get that looked at. No one likes a party boy with a crooked nose.”
To Lucian, I said, “Take him away. He’s not welcome in any part of my life anymore.”
And then I strolled back down the stairs, my arm around my wife.
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Good Boys Get Rewarded
IRINA
As soon as we reached the bottom of the stairs, I pressed Henry up against the wall, my mouth desperately seeking his, hands scratching down his torso.
“What’s this for?” he asked, words muffled by my frantic kiss. He groaned when I palmed his cock through his trousers.
“That was the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever done,” I mumbled, nibbling on his bottom lip. His hands slid down, gripping my backside, kneading me.
“Punching Atlas?”
I moaned. “Fuck, yes, that, but mostly the ‘you fucked with me, and you found out’. That was so sexy, Hubby.”
Henry chuckled against my lips, hands working their way up under my dress. I shivered with arousal as his warm fingers trailed up my spine, lifting the dress with them.
“Are you sure you feel well enough for this, Catnip?” Henry asked as my dress bunched just under my breasts. “Morning sickness all gone?”
“I feelsogood,” I purred. “But I know how you can make me feel even better.” I ran my tongue over the seam of his lips, squeezing hiscock through his pants. He made a low, eager sound and took my mouth, hungrily demanding entry that I was all too happy to give.
When he tugged my dress higher, I lifted my arms, relinquishing his mouth for just long enough to get my dress off. My bra was the matter of one flick of his deft fingers, and I let it drop to the floor too.
“Are your breasts tender?” he asked in a rumbly voice, thumbs stroking my ribs just below them.
“Yes …” I moaned, then choked on a giggle when he immediately pulled back, concern furrowing his brow. “No! You silly, overprotective husband, they’re tender in a sexy way.”
I gripped his shirt and tugged him back to me. “They’re aching for your touch.”
His eyes darkened, hand sliding up, cupping me. “That’s fortuitous, because I’ve been aching to touch them.”
I gasped when his finger brushed the tightening peak of one nipple.
“I could touch you like this all day, Catnip,” he whispered, ducking his head to close his lips around it. I practically levitated off the floor. He growled around me, tongue swirling.
“They’re so much fuller already!” I marvelled, as he scooped the other breast into his palm, thumbing the dusky pink point. “Tick in the pro column for pregnancy—hot tits!”
“Hotter,” Henry argued roughly, eyes bright behind his glasses. “They were always hot, but God … they’re perfect!” his tongue traced damp lines over them. “Why do you think I’ve been so desperate to play with them?”
He met my eyes and sucked one nipple into his mouth. I choked back a gasp, desire pooling in my belly, soaking my panties. He toyed with my other breast, his free hand digging into my hip.
