“I could start my own security business.” He placed a sweet kiss upon my lips. “This is why you’re in charge, love. Brains and beauty, they’re a lethal mix.”
Mal cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but…you’d still work for us right, Sam, man?”
“I’d work with you, Malcolm, as a contractor. And charge you a very generous rate.”
“A reasonable rate,” I corrected. “Let’s not go overboard.”
“Huh,” said the drummer. “Okay then. Carry on.”
“When you’re not busy with Adam, perhaps you could help me?” asked Sam. “Setting things up is going to be quite involved.”
“Really? You want me to be involved?”
“Absolutely.”
I grinned. “I’d be delighted to.”
“No more disappearing, I promise,” he said, kissing me again. Deeper and more thoroughly this time. Yet without squishing the small child still attached to me. He kissed me like he’d missed me even more than I’d missed him. Because of course I had. Dammit. Maybe things would be okay after all.
When we finally came up for air, I still had the grin on my face. “You said you loved me.”
“Why else would I call you love, hmm?” He smiled back. “You’re not even freaking out about it, quite surprisingly.”
I shrugged. “Eh. With all that time to think things through, I realized I wouldn’t have been half as mad about you going MIA unless there was actually something meaningful going on between us.”
“Why, that’s very brave
of you, love.”
“Thanks. I thought so.”
EPILOGUE
“We’re late,” I panted, bent over my office desk. “Hurry up.”
“You were late. I just came to get you. Then I saw how you were dressed.”
Sam did some swivel type motion with his hips and holy shit. I saw stars. Sparkling, swirling big-ass stars. With my dress hitched up around my waist, his cock resumed pounding into me, driving me out of my everloving mind. My insides tightened, legs trembling.
“That’s it, love,” he ground out. “Nearly there.”
“Fuck, Sam!”
The man in question grunted, managing another couple of thrusts before following me over the edge. That sweet lethargy combined with an awesome chemical high filled my body, making it hard to move. Lungs heaving, heart stuttering, I just half lay, half stood there. Holy shit. Talk about breaking in the office section of our new home. Nothing like a quick orgasm to make you ready to party.
“Still alive, love?” he asked, pulling my panties back into place and straightening my skirt. The man was good with his hands in all sorts of useful ways.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Everyone’s waiting downstairs,” he said.
“I know, I know. Just had some urgent emails to answer and Adam is just…being Adam.”
“The boy’s a little out of control since he hit the bigtime.”
I frowned, slowly straightening. “That’s an understatement. But Ziggy’s on him so our rock ’n roll prodigy shouldn’t get into much mischief…tonight at least.”
“Let me see.” He turned me to face him, looking over my makeup and hair. “Still perfect.”