“What will it be?” Yes, what will it be? I am currently locked in this room with him as he awaits my answer. I don’t think it’s much of a question really. There is only one answer. I don’t answer him. Instead I pull him down to me. His mouth meets mine as I taste my husband for the first time. I only need to kiss him for a moment. A tiny distraction is all I intend until his tongue sweeps across my bottom lip asking for entrance. I find myself parting my lips for him.
Another moan leaves me as he deepens the kiss. There is so much passion and need behind the kiss. I don’t know if it’s his or mine. I forget what I’m supposed to be doing for a moment because I’m enjoying my first kiss. I drop my hands from around his neck, letting them roam his body. Every inch of him is hard.
Heath really is all man under those fancy suits that I tried to hate but he always looks ridiculously handsome in. I savor the kiss for a moment longer, once again running my hands up his chest. This time I use every bit of strength I have inside of me.
I push him, catching him off guard, and he stumbles back a few steps. My eyes can’t help but catch how wet his mouth is from mine. His lips are a little swollen. I did that. I force myself to turn, running for the door. I get the key I’d stolen from his pocket into the lock, turning it before I pull the door open.
A hand comes down hard, slamming it shut. Heath’s front pushes into my back. My traitor body pushes back into him.
“Let me go.” My voice is breathless. I hear the desire in it. He leans down, his mouth kissing right below my ear. It’s so soft. A lover’s kiss.
“Never.” Even as he says the word, he steps back, dropping the hand over my head off the door. I pull it open. He snags me by the waist, stopping me. “You got the key.” He almost sounds proud. “You won this battle, wife.”
“This isn’t a game,” I remind him. This is our life.
“I never said it was.” He drops his arms from around me. I run. This time I’m not so sure I should be. That kiss was something dreams are made of.
9
Heath
“Sir, a grocery store chain?” My assistant, Grant, looks visibly shocked.
“Yes. I need the due diligence reports and feasibility studies by the end of the day.”
“Give them until the end of the week or one of them will keel over at their desks tomorrow. Think of the death benefit payout you’ll be responsible for,” Blank says from the sofa. He’s stretched out with his dirty loafers up on my expensive Italian leather cushions tossing one of Redmond’s autographed footballs in the air.
“It can’t be more expensive than this damn grocery chain.”
“I thought she just wanted one store.”
“What if she decides to buy something else? I have to get ahead of her.” She’s smart and crafty. I don’t tell Blank that, though. I think he already likes her too much. I don’t want to have to throw one of my oldest friends out of my 44th floor window, but I will if he shows interest in her.
“We’ll have the reports on your desk tonight, sir,” Grant promises. He dips his head and almost clicks his heels together before leaving.
Blank lets out a laugh of disbelief. “I can’t believe you have your staff this well trained, but your wife of five years is giving you fits. I thought you married someone so young so you could mold her into the exact person you wanted her to be.”
I frown in his direction. “She is the exact person I want her to be. She doesn’t need to change.” The only thing I’m not happy about is that she’s not in my bed, under me, moaning my name.
“I don’t know, man. I think marriage is for the birds. No one I know who’s wearing a ring on their finger is happy.” Blank catches the ball and sets it back on its stand. “You should just cut her free instead of buying a whole grocery chain. You know the margins suck on those.”
“So you say.”
“I’m right, though. Food service is just a trash business. You’re better off investing in some cryptocurrency or green tech. Even if there’s nothing developed in either field, we both know that a shit ton of government money is going to be poured into those areas. Might as well take advantage of it.”
“I’m sure you’re right, which is why you have my money to invest, but this grocery chain could drain my bank account and I would not care a single iota.” I sign the last of my contracts with a flourish and get to my feet. “Are you coming to lunch or are you going to continue to rub your dirty soles against my hand tanned leather hides?”