Especially when Operation Annabelle is in full swing.
Her lean, slender frame molds seamlessly against my body as she wraps her arms around my neck, kissing my cheek.
Within a second, my body reacts, and I feel the swell of my cock pressed into her.
She wiggles against it, waggling her eyebrows, knowing the exact effect she has on me.
I don’t manage to hold back my grin. She has no idea of my inner thoughts, though since we’ve been teasing each other like this for as long as I can remember, it’s nothing new.
I’ve always been attracted to her, and it’s like my head finally caught up to my dick. Thathead was clearly the smarter of the two.
“I got it. I got the job,” she whispers in my ear, and leans her head back to look me in the eyes, her crystal blues sparkling with happiness. “Can you believe it?” She bunches up her shoulders in excitement. I love that she’s proud of herself.
“Never doubted it even for one second.” I lean in to kiss her cheek, close enough to her lips that I’m sure she can feel mine brush against hers.
I remind myself I can’t jump the gun here. I need to ease her into the idea.
“I tried to call you a few times,” she says with a hint of dejection.
“Hmm.” I brush her thick, silky blonde locks out of her face and tuck the strands behind her ear. “Sorry, B, I got a new phone at lunch. I’ll give you the number.”
“Why would you need a new number?”
I shrug, not yet ready to tell her, so I go with a semi-truth. “Ready to switch things up in my life, and I only want the people I care about to have my number. Done with a lot of my past.”
“Oh. Okay then,” she says, confused.
“Funny story from when I was getting my phone. I realized I was near Trumans, and I wanted to stop in to say sorry about this morning before the meeting started.” I wasn’t going to mention anything. Only, her interaction with that Italian guy has been fucking with my head all day.
“You should have.” She rubs her hands up and down my arm, making it hard for me to concentrate. Not from her touch, but from how my brain is paying attention to all the little things it never has before.
“Well, I did go in. Your meeting had just started, and I happened to see something I didn’t enjoy watching.”
“What are you talking about?”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into me as tight as possible. My jealousy is in full force just thinking about the guy.
I lean in, nose to nose, so no one else in the house can hear. “I saw another man touch my wife.”
Her eyebrows shoot up at the bite in my voice. “Is that jealousy I detect, Jackson Peters?”
I ignore her, making her connect the dots. I figure if I start leaving little hints, she won’t be so shocked when I bringusup to her.
“I saw someone touching you, and his lips lingered a little too long for my liking.”
“Oh please, he’s no one, just a very handsome Italian man.” She winks.
“B,” I warn.
“Jack, he’s Italian. Being touchy-feely is in their DNA. Plus, he’s a client.”
I clench my jaw, trying to keep my mouth shut. I don’t give a shit if he’s a client. He wants her. I saw it in his eyes.
“I don’t know what is going on with you, but I kind of like this jealousy thing.” She tickles my side in the one spot that always gets me.
“B!” I laugh, trying to wiggle away from her.
“Soz not soz.” Belle winks.
