I open for him, tongue sliding in, and the sound that leaves his throat makes my knees go soft.
I pull back first, barely. Matt’s teeth scrape my lower lip, and I swear I feel it everywhere.
I brace myself against him, trying to remember how to breathe. To ground myself because—what the hell was that? And how do I play it off as normal?
Matt’s eyes lock on mine, his chest rising and falling, nostrils flaring,almost like he’s mad.
“Fuck, babe,” he murmurs. He kisses my forehead. “I’ll see you at home. Thanks for lunch.”
He’s gone before I can form a coherent sentence.
My limbs tremble as I turn for the door, Harper’s glare burning into my back. I look down at the text that comes through while walking down the hall.
Sabrina
Done!
Shit.
Chapter Thirty-One
JORDAN
The water lapsagainst my skin as I reach for my towel, wiping the fog from the screen of my phone.
The hot tub was screaming my name after today. After work. After Matt’s office. After… that kiss.
The kiss made everything else hard today.
Hard because I couldn’t focus onanythingafter it. I left Matt’s office floating and sinking at the same time, high as a kite and drowning inholy shits.
Right after I made that bet with Sabrina, too.
I know it wasn’t meant to mean anything. It was Matt playing a part. He’s kissed me a few times since we got married, mostly seeing what he can get away with. Sometimes he’ll kiss me in front of Cole to show him what anormalmarriage looks like. But those have been quick. A peck on the mouth.
This?
This was not a peck on the mouth.
This wasoh my Godworthy. Melt-my-insides worthy. Matthew Grayson worthy.
The man can kiss.
And he can do so much more. My God, can he do so much more.
I came straight home from work and reached for my vibrator. Hada little one-on-one time with me, myself, and my thoughts—Matt may or may not have been in them. Then I had dinner, poured myself a glass of wine, and headed for the hot tub.
I’ve been scrolling for the past ten minutes, unwinding, and letting the buzz take the edge off.
My phone dings with a text.
Sabrina
Hey, did you see this? Looks like the word is officially out.
She sends a link.
I click it and am taken to a New York social blog—clubs, business, food, insider gossip.
