I can tell that he’s not going to drop this, so I give in.
I move toward my assistant to slide a hand under her to grab her waist. She wiggles, but her eyes stay closed.
I scoop my other hand under her knees and instantly have her up in my arms.
That’s enough to jar her awake.
Her eyelids pop open, and the sight she’s greeted with is my face. “Graham?”
For fuck’s sake.
If I thought her voice was sexy before, this just woken version of it is enough to make me come in my pants.
That hasn’t happened since I was a teenager.
I draw in a deep breath to try and conquer my need for her. “The bed is a much better place to have a nap.”
Her lazy gaze drifts from my face to where Lloyd is standing behind me.
“Graham’s going to take you to bed,” he announces with a chuckle. “I’m headed to my room. I’ll see you, newlyweds, in a couple of hours.”
Trina’s fingers drift over my shoulder to the back of my neck. They whisper over my hairline.
Her touch is soft. It feels intimate in a way I’m not expecting.
I glance at her face again to find her staring at me.
“We’ll see you later, Lloyd,” I say without tearing my gaze away from my wife.
I carry her silently to my bedroom, wishing that I could slam the door behind us, strip her, and spend the next two hours consummating this marriage.
As soon as she can, Trina slips from my arms and lands on my bedroom floor on her bare feet.
I rake her over only to stop midway because it’s obvious that she enjoyed the ride in here. Her nipples have furled into tight little points beneath her T-shirt.
I’d trade half of my fortune for the chance to get my teeth around one.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I’d hand over everything I own and all of my future income to taste not only her tits but the rest of her too.
Her arms jump to cross her chest. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Honesty may be the best policy, but if I confess that I want to fuck her raw, I sense she’ll pack up her suitcase and run for the hills.
I divert because keeping this marriage on track is my priority. “You’re going to be happy to know that Kay’s latest design is part of the spring collection.”
Her face lights up. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
I work to hold in a chuckle. “I’m not fucking kidding you right now.”
She bounces on her feet. That sends her already messy hair tumbling around her shoulders.
I glance down because of my ongoing effort to tame my dick when I’m in the same room as her.
“Does she know?”
I look up to find her hands on her hips and those nipples still at rapt attention. “No.”
“Can I be there when you tell her?” she asks like I’m about to hand Kay the keys to the Abdons kingdom.
I hold those tightly in my palm and have no intention of ever letting them out of my grasp.
“You can tell her.”
“What?” Her eyes lock on mine. “I can tell her? Are you serious, Graham?”
If something like this brings my wife joy, I’ll make the dreams of every one of our employees come true, just so she can spread the good news.
“We’ll go over the details on Monday morning.” I eye up the door that leads to the bedroom I’ve been staying in.
I’m in desperate need of that cold shower now.
“I’ll look forward to that, sir.”
Sir. Again.
Fuck my fucking hard cock.
“I’ll see you at dinner, Trina.” I inch back a few steps toward the bedroom door. “We’re having dinner at Nova tonight with Lloyd.”
“That’s super fancy.” She smiles. “I’ll pick out something extra nice to wear.”
She could wrap a potato sack around her body, and she’d be a vision of beauty.
“All right,” I half-cough out as I step back yet again.
“See you later, husband.”
My lips curl into a half-ass smile. “Later, wife.”
I finally open the door and retreat into the hallway. Sucking in a deep breath, I graze a hand over the outline of my erection through my pants.
A cold shower won’t fix this. I need to circle my cock with my fist and pump one out.
I don’t give a shit if it’s appropriate or not, my wife is going to be the inspiration for every fantasy I have until the day she divorces me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Trina
I ate all of my dinner with my left hand in my lap.
That’s because I know far too many people in New York City, and I didn’t want any of them spotting the sparkler on my left hand. I’m still in the process of crafting a speech to recite to my family as soon as I’m divorced.
It won’t be easy, but I’m hoping that once they hear that I did it mostly to make Mr. Abdon happy, they’ll understand.
The money is a great perk, though.
“Where to now?” Lloyd spins in a circle on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant.
He toasted to our marriage so many times during dinner that I lost track.
Graham and I both lifted our wine glasses silently each time, clinking them together before taking a sip of the bold red wine.
I had to pretend to sip after the sixth toast so I could manage to leave the restaurant on my own two feet.
“Home,” Graham mutters.
“It’s late,” I chime in to second my husband’s suggestion. “I can make us some herbal tea before you go to bed.”
Both men turn to look at me.
Lloyd’s gaze is soft.
Graham can’t seem to take his eyes off the front of my dress. I admit the neckline plunges, but it’s the nicest little black dress I own, and I wanted to look extra special since Mr. Abdon dropped a few hundred dollars on the meal we just ate. Most of that was spent on wine.
“Look at you two.” Lloyd’s hand traces circles in the air as if he’s a magician about to unveil a hidden rabbit. “You’re eager to hit the hay.”
I can’t speak for my boss, but I’m ready to call it a night.
Today has felt like four days compressed into one.
I need a break and something stronger than herbal tea. I wish I were at home so I could knock on Aurora’s door for a hot cup of coffee and one of her smiles.
“I’ll get a car to pick us up.” Graham’s fingers fly over his phone’s screen. “The wait shouldn’t be long.”
A shiver runs through me as I nod. I didn’t think to grab a sweater to ward off the cool evening breeze. I had to rush to get ready when Graham sent me a text message telling me to meet him and Lloyd in the living room.
The warm shower I took was way too long, and that’s not because I spent thirty minutes conditioning my hair.
I touched myself as the water ran over me.
Thoughts of my husband may have been playing in my mind. It was hard not to think about the way his hands felt on my body as he carried me to his bedroom or the way he stared at me after he set me down on my feet.
“You’re cold.” Graham steps toward me. “You’re cold, aren’t you, Trina?”
Before I can get a word out, his suit jacket is off of his body and wrapped around mine. He adjusts the lapels, taking a moment to slide his fingers down them until they almost brush against my breasts.