He heads my way and kisses the top of my head as he passes.
“Is everything okay?” I ask. “You seem distracted.”
“Just busy, princess.” He smiles, but it doesn’t crease his cheek the same way.
“Have your men tracked down those Irish guys yet?”
His jaw tightens before he answers.
“They’re dealing with it,” he replies just as his phone rings again. “We’ll talk later.”
For the rest of the day he stays in his office, making hushed calls and eating the takeout one of his security guys fetched for us.
I think about joining him for lunch, but something about the way he shuts the door tells me not to bother him.
He seems… off. Like he’s thinking three moves ahead of me, and I’m not part of the plan.
After my workout and solo shower in the gym a few floors below, I return to the penthouse. He’s already resurfaced from his office, and the sound of running comes from the bathroom. I hover in the bedroom like a damn fool, trying to talk myself out of joining him.
What would that make me if I did?
Desperate…under his thumb…or just a normal woman looking for a good time.
I sit on the edge of the bed and stay there, taking deep breaths to counter the ache spreading through my core. He’s naked, wet, and the remedy to my arousal, but this dependency on him is getting out of hand.
I drag a hand down my face and check my phone. Connor will be here in fifteen minutes, which puts an end to anything remotely filthy.
The second I get to my feet, Bronx strolls into the room with a towel slung low on his hips, water dripping from his dark hair.
Jesus fuck.
My pulse spikes the second his eyes lock on mine.
“You been hanging around in here long?” he asks, voicegravel-thick.
“Why?” I shoot back. “Worried I’d hear you talking on the phone?”
His eyes narrow and I find myself taking a step back.
“Oh, princess.” He runs a hand through his wet hair. “Do you think I’m cheating on you?”
I steel my spine and push down the flutter in my chest when he smirks.
“I think you’re up to something.”
In three strides, his chest collides with mine, and the towel falls to the floor.
“Give me a few seconds,” he says. “I’ll show you exactly what I’m up to.”
I make a face at him and try to take a sideways step, only he grabs my arm and slides his other hand into the hair at my nape.
“Get on your knees, princess.”
“How about you get on your knees?”
His smile turns slow and dangerous as if I’ve just handed him exactly what he wanted.
He chuckles and his pupils blow wide so his eyes turn black. “Fine by me.”
