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It’s a problem.

But it’s a problem for another day.

“Em, we’re gonna be late but fuck, you taste good.” He grunts as he pulls back, his eyes wild and hungry.

“Do you think they’ll miss us?” I purr, rocking my hips against his before sliding my hand between us and into his sweatpants.

“Fuck, baby, we can’t.” The words are followed by a hiss as I squeeze and stroke his length, his cock hard and throbbing in my palm. Dragging his hands over his face twice, he growls and then wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls it from his pants.

Fingers curled in a loose fist, Garrett guides my chin up, his gaze locked on mine as he presses a lingering kiss to my lips. “Later.”

“Promise?” I tease, nipping at his jaw.

“Yes.”

With more restraint than I want to admit, I finally move away from my husband, giving us both the space we need to compose ourselves. Otherwise, I’ll be naked and bent over the counter when Tom and Kat get here.

And I really can’t have that.

“How’s my lipstick?” I ask, trying to distract us as Garrett’s dark eyes rake over me.

“It’s perfect.” With a wolfish grin, he adds, “I’ll have to try harder next time.”

“Promises, promises.”

“Uh-huh, now get upstairs, Miss Andrews, and get dressed before I cancel our plans and fuck you on every god damn surface in this house.”

“That’s not the threat you think it is.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll make you break the news to Theo, and he’ll be pissed because he and Des are, and I quote, ‘spending a quiet evening together.’”

“Well, at least someone is getting laid,” I grumble as I climb the stairs, but I don’t get very far before Garrett’s chest is pressed to my back, his palm splayed against my belly.

“You just have to be patient, Miss Andrews.” With his breath hot on my neck, I shiver as Garrett pulls me tighter against his body. “Because I’m going to fuck you in that dress before peeling it off you and devouring every sinful inch of your naked body.”

“You should have a taste before we go.”

He chuckles, the sound low and raspy. “It’s never just a taste with you, Em. It’s never enough.” I’m just about to protest when his fingertips find the hem of my skirt. “But maybe if you promise to be a good girl just this once…”

Just this once.

Just for him.

36

GARRETT

We were late.

Very late.

A lesser man might have cowered under Tom Oakden’s stare but not me—not when I made Emerson come with my hand and then my mouth as I jerked myself off. It was fast and sloppy and I had to jump through the shower again, but it was so fucking worth it. I couldn’t regret taking the time to make my wife happy.

My wife.

I have no idea how I’m going to make it when I don’t get to call her mine. Because even just thinking that some asshole gets to have his face between her thighs when we’re done has me downright murderous.

And I’m a pretty easygoing guy.