“It’s our wedding day,” I remind her.
“And I ruined it.”
“No, sweetheart, you didn’t.” I can’t help but smile and run my hand down her back. I think I’ve smiled more today than in the past ten years combined. “I should be taking you out to dinner.”
“I’d like to stay here.”
“You like it here?” I tip her chin up so I can see her face.
“Yeah, I like it.”
“Good. Okay, we’ll stay in. What would you like me to order for you? Anything you want.”
Natasha leans back into me, clinging to me, and I want to burn the fucking world down.
No one has ever hugged my wife.
“Chinese food, please.”
“You got it.” Reluctantly, I let her go so I can pull my phone out and text my men. “What would you like?”
“Sweet-and-sour chicken, combination rice, beef with broccoli, two orders of egg rolls, hot and sour soup”—she narrows her eyes and looks at the ceiling—“I think that’s it.”
“Can I share yours, or should I get my own?”
She smirks at me. “I think it’s plenty for both of us, unless you want something different.”
Shaking my head, I text out the order to Jack, and then I add one last message.
Me: This is for my wife. If it’s not hot and in perfect condition when it arrives, you won’t like my wrath.
Jack: Yes, boss. Should be here in less than an hour.
“There. It’s on the way. Are you okay?”
Natasha sighs and looks over the kitchen. “I’m fine, I’m just sorry that my first try at dinner was such a raging failure.”
“You know, I think we’ll be laughing about this in about twenty years.”
Her lips twitch into a reluctant smile. “You’re right.”
“I have to do some work in my office, but you’re welcome to come in there any time.”
I know that I’ve repeated myself with regard to telling her that she’s welcome wherever I am, but I want her to understand that this is herhome. She can go anywhere she wants.
I don’t want her to feel like a guest.
“Okay, I’ll finish cleaning this up, and then I’ll bring dinner into the office, if that’s okay?”
With a smile, I lean in and press my lips to hers. “Perfect. Thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything.” I love it when she whispers like that. It makes my cock harden and my blood simmer.
“Not true.” I don’t ask for permission when I push my hands over her hips and sink into her lips, and she doesn’t flinch away from me. She makes that sexy-as-fuck whimpering noise in the back of her throat as she opens to me, inviting me in for more, and I take it.
I’ll take anything this amazing woman is willing to give me.
Fourteen
