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She was relaxed and sexy and while she was obviously still a force to be reckoned with, she had this softer side that’s completely absent at the present moment.

“I’ll get you a driver.”

“I don’t need you to fix it for me, North. I can make my own arrangements.”

“Maybe I want to take care of my wife.”

“Careful, Garrett, you have no idea what you’re setting yourself up for…” The intonation of the words has my dick hardening and my gaze dropping to her lips.

“I’ll take my chances.”

I grin and she snorts, the tension easing just a little. The phone call from her father had derailed any and all progress I’d made at alleviating the stress I caused from dropping by her office.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I want to kiss you.”

“And?”

“And I can’t get a read on you and I’m pretty attached to my balls.”

“Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not a poet, Mr. North.”

“I’ve been known to string a few lines together,” I reply, turning in the driver’s seat and leaning just over the invisible line that divides her half of the car from mine.

“Garrett?”

“Hmm?”

“Kiss me.”

Threading my fingers through her hair, I breathe in the expensive scent of Emerson’s perfume as I press my lips to hers. The fervor of earlier has been replaced with a sensual exploration of tongues and lips that has me wanting to reverse out of the driveway and take her away from prying eyes.

If only.

“If you don’t stop, someone is going to come out here looking for us and they’re going to get an eyeful.” Her lips curve up against mine. “Roan I could handle seeing me naked, but I don’t think Tom would be able to look me in the eyes again, and I really don’t want to deal with that kind of stress on top of everything else right now.”

I know she’s trying to rile me up, but a flash of jealousy burns bright at the mention of my best friend seeing her in a compromised position. Absolutely the fuck not.

“As your husband, I promise to provide any and all stress relief you require.”

“Sweet talker.”

“You better believe it, Miss Andrews, and I’m all yours.”

EMERSON

The conversations happening in the living room come to an abrupt halt the second Garrett and I enter. Tom, Roan, and Theo, Garrett’s assistant, stare at us with varying levels of interest, and under normal circumstances, I’d play into their curiosity—make it a game—but we don’t have time for that.

And honestly, I’m exhausted.

I can work eighty hours a week without batting an eye because it’s what I do. Even the wildest curveballs are manageable simply because they exist in that professional space.

But there’s nothing professional about the way Garrett’s mouth has been between my legs, his fingers and cock inside me.

It was so much simpler when it was just sex.

“Evening, gentlemen,” I say breezily, my high heels clicking along the hardwood, making a beeline for the brown leather couch and commanding the room.