“That’s very possessive of you,” she notes.
“I’m a possessive man. You knew that when you married me.”
“I didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter.”
“No. You didn’t.” I glance at her again. “Do you regret it?”
The question fills the space between us. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m not sure I want to know the answer.
But then she shakes her head slowly. “No. I don’t.”
Something hot coils in my gut. I grip the steering wheel tighter.
“Say that again.”
“I don’t regret it.” Her voice drops lower. “I don’t regret any of it.”
The coil tightens. I know I should keep driving. Get her home. Let her work through everything that happened tonight in peace.
Instead, I make a turn.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Office.”
“The office? Why?”
I don’t answer. I just drive faster.
The building is dark when we arrive. The security guard waves us through without question. I park in my reserved spot and cut the engine, then turn to look at her.
She’s watching me with those dark eyes, wary but curious, like she knows exactly what I’m thinking but wants to hear me say it anyway.
“We have a perfectly good apartment twenty minutes from here,” she points out.
“Twenty minutes is too long.”
I’m out of the car before she can respond. I circle around to her side and pull open the door, then take her hand and lead her toward the elevator. She stumbles a little in her heels but keeps up.
The elevator doors close behind us. I press the button for our floor, then turn to face her.
“Menlow—”
I cut her off with a kiss, pressing her back against the elevator wall. She gasps against my mouth, and I swallow the sound, drinking her in like I’ve been dying of thirst.
The elevator dings. I pull back just long enough to grab her hand again and lead her down the darkened hallway to our office. The door unlocks with a beep of my keycard, and then we’re inside. I lock it behind us.
The city glows through the windows, illuminating everything in shades of silver and blue. Kirsten stands in the middle of the room with her chest heaving and her lips swollen from my kiss.
“This is insane,” she breathes.
“Probably.”
“Anyone could walk in.”
“Door’s locked.”
“The security cameras—”
