“Fuck yes, I want to bend you over my desk and fuck you six ways to Sunday, but I don’t think you’re ready for that. What brought this on? Not that I’m complaining. That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
She doesn’t look like she believes me. “I’m quite sure that’s not true, but thanks for saying it.”
“One, I don’t lie. And two, your mouth is every damn fantasy I’ve ever had.”
Her cheeks darken again with the praise, and I can’t resist brushing my finger down her soft skin.
She doesn’t flinch away.
“So, with that established, and at the risk of sounding ungrateful, which I’m not, what brought this on?”
Natasha nibbles her lip, and I nudge her chin up so she’s looking at me as I tug the lip free with my thumb.
“What is it, Angel. You can tell me.”
“It’s what I’m supposed to do.” The words are whispered, making me frown.
“I told you earlier, you’ll do what youwant. If that’s not your thing, you don’t ever have to do it again.” I push her hair behind her ear and smile down at her. “But now that I know how good you are at it, I hope to Christ it’s your thing.”
She laughs, and I feel like I won the fucking lottery. God, she has the most magical, musical laugh.
“I liked it,” she says shyly. “I don’t mind doing that.”
“It’s on the table, then. We’ll figure the rest out as we go. I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I’m short on time. I have to leave for a while.”
“Oh, I’m sorry for keeping you.” Suddenly, all playfulness is gone from her face, and before I can stop her, Natasha squirms out of my lap and backs out of reach. “How many days will you be gone?”
“Days?” I shake my head as I stand. “No, I won’t be gone for more than a few hours.”
Her shoulders fall with relief.
“I have some business to see to, but I’ll be back this evening. Just make yourself at home. Get settled. I mean that, there’s nowhere in the house or on the grounds that are off limits to you.”
“Do you have guards inside the house?” She pushes her hair over her shoulder, and I want to kiss her there on that smooth skin and then ghost my lips up her neck to her ear and get lost in her for about a week. Fuck, I’m already hard again. “Julian?”
“No. Guards are never in our home, they’re stationed outside. Unless there’s a threat or a problem.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Where is your household staff?”
Lifting a brow, I reach out and take her hand.
I can’t keep my hands off my wife.
“I have a housekeeper, Ruth, who comes in once a week, on Fridays. She’s here all day. That’s the only staff I have.”
“No cook.”
“No cook,” I confirm. “But if you want me to hire one?—”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I can do it. Well, I hope your business is good today.”
She looks like she feels awkward as she smiles at me, and I won’t fucking have that.
“Natasha. Come here.” I crook my finger at her.
Obeying, she walks even closer to me, so close that I can smell the jasmine on her, and I lean in to kiss her forehead, breathing her in.
“Get comfortable here,” I tell her softly. I’m enjoying this private and intimate moment with her, and I’m a little fucking pissed that I have to leave her. “I’ll see you later. I won’t be too late.”
