"I'm fine."
"Still not freaking out about what happened last Sunday?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, Aidan. I'd do it again."
He hadn't stopped me from kicking Anthony's crate over, but he regretted me doing the deed.
I damn well didn't.
My neck had been twinging like crazy from that goddamn crash for the last few days.
I squeezed his fingers. "Thank you for caring."
"Of course I care," he said gruffly. "I wanted to take your mind off things today anyway."
When he said things like that, he reminded me of who I was married to.
He owned the city, sure, but he owned my heart first and foremost. Just as I owned his.
"I should be at the hospital with Mom."
Today was the day of her surgery, and I’d only gotten it out of Dad by promising to keep my mouth shut to my brother and sisters.
"You should," he agreed. "But she didn't want that."
I heaved a sigh. "It'll be okay, won't it, Aidan?"
"Of course it will, little one."
I turned to him and rested my hand on his thigh as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. He breathed in, sucking in my scent as much as I sucked in his. "Can we spend Thanksgiving with them this year?"
He nodded. "I intended to. Do you know where they'll be?"
"Hawaii, at the moment. But if that makes things difficult with the security... I could convince them to stay in New York."
"It'd be easier," he admitted. "How about they come to our estate?"
"I like it when you use that word."
"Which one?Our?" He shook his head. "You're too easy to please, sweetheart." He rubbed the silk cuffs on my wrists that I wore for him, part of a gift he’d brought home for me, then tangled his fingers with my charm bracelet. "Haven't seen you wear this for a while."
I shrugged. "No, I didn't feel like wearing it."
"I like it on you. Almost as much as I love my ring on your finger." He ran his fingertips over the wedding band before, with his free hand, he delved into his pocket and pulled out a small box. "It's perfect timing for you to wear it today. I saw this and thought of you."
Surprised that he’d gotten me another gift, I reached out and said, "You didn't have to."
He cocked a brow at me, and as I palmed the box, the intensity of the vibrator sped up a notch.
It was probably a testament to how often we played with toys that that medium-level buzz had been something I'd easily acclimated to. What had affected me more was the freedom with which he touched me in public.
The new vibration was deeper, however. It settled in my core and sent shards of heat soaring through my abdomen.
I sucked in a breath as I bowed my head, trying to get myself under control. He didn’t help by placing his hand back on my knee. The heat of it made me want the heat ofhimbetween my thighs.
Still, he’d told me about a flogger, and I wanted him to use that on me tonight, so I behaved, got myself under control, and distracted myself with his gift.
When I opened the small box, I had to laugh.