“We’re going to be late for work,” she said, when he rolled her onto her back.
“I could be persuaded to let you work from home.” The sheets rustled as they were crushed by their bodies. He grinned down at her wickedly. “As long as you wear a slutty uniform.”
Jay glared up at him. “Get off me, creep.”
“Stockings.” He smoothed his hand over her hip as she struggled and failed to maintain her composure as he traced feather-light circles on her inner-thigh. “A sheer blouse. No underwear.”
“Absolutelynot.”
He thrust his fingers inside her, all the way to the second joint, and she groaned.
“Fuck.”
“I love that little buzz.” He ground his thumb over her clit. “It’s so fucking cute.”
Jay writhed beneath him and he tightened his grip, resting his chin on her shoulder as she made those little sounds that drove him wild. She was still the girl who slept beneath a canopy of sunflowers while dreaming of men with cruel hands.
But now she belonged to him.
“Come for me,” he growled. “Come for your husband.”
Her body tautened beneath his before going limp, her chest heaving beneath the thin layer of sheet. With her hair falling richly around her flushed face as her head fell back, she looked so decadent that it took his breath away.
“You’re going to kill me,” she said, still breathing hard. Her face was all flushed. “God, what time is it? Oh my god.” She stared at the phone screen in disbelief, wriggling free from his body. “We really will be late now. It’s almost nine.”
“At the company I own.” He reached for his own phone, scrolling through the emails as he gave his cock a few tentative strokes. His fingers were still wet from her arousal and that dampness slicked his skin, blending with his own. “Take your time.”
“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled, turning her back on him. “You’re not angling for a new position.”
He half-smiled, looking up appreciatively at her retreating form, but his teasing retort remained unspoken as he noticed that his private investigator had finally gotten back to him.
Spotted a man leaving her apartment at 3am.
Did you get an ID on him?
No, got the license on his car. Having a buddy of mine at the DMV run the plates. Shouldn’t take too long. He owes me a favor and I told him it was for an extortion case.
Good. Put the bitch through the wringer. Make it hurt.
Nicholas collapsed back against the sheets as Jay appeared in the doorway, wearing a prim little button-down blouse and high-waisted trousers.
“You’restillin bed?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Jay flung his pants at him. “I thought you were an early riser.”
“I am,” he said deliberately, his smile widening with wolfish delight at the way her cheeks reddened when she looked away from his waning erection.
She threw a shirt at him. It sideswiped his face.
As he got dressed, he was aware of the little glances she shot his way, pelting like hail against his skin. He grabbed a silk tie from his drawer and purposely fumbled it, and just as he’d hoped, Jay stomped over and reached up to fasten it properly around his throat.
“You’re hopeless,” she told him, giving the knot a final cinching tug.
“Hopelessly in love with my beautiful wife.”
She faltered, staring at him.
