It wasn’t possible for me to privately hire Red’s today. Something about existing appointments. So I gave them a reason to make it possible. One hundred thousand reasons. A bargain, if you ask me.
The one thing I didn’t consider, and it’s quite an important thing, is Daniel. I’m not sure a mani or pedi is going to get the kid excited, so I’ve sold my soul to the fucking devil. A good-looking devil who happens to be a single dad and a private banker. Rose mentioned they were visiting his parents. Great. So after talking very nicely to Mr. Benson, he agreed to let Barney go shark diving for the day with Daniel and Tank. Tank looked traumatized. Fury laughed his big Viking nuts off.
Until I told him he was going for a pamper day. Whether Benson agreed through fear or not, I couldn’t give a fuck.
Now, to handle my wife . . .
I push the door of our bedroom open and poke my head round, hearing the shower. Perfect. She’s more amenable when she’s naked. When I’m naked. When we’re both naked.
I push my shorts down my legs and go to her. She’s facing the spray, face up, her hair wet, stuck to her back, skimming her arse. I groan and look down my body, watching my dick wake up and slowly rise, pointing the way. I lay a palm over it, taming the fucker, as I step into the stall. She stills, her hands in her hair, pausing running the conditioner through it.
She peeks back. It’s like rocket fuel to my cock. I give up trying to talk it down and let it protrude, skimming her lower back. Silently, I take her wrists and direct them to the tile, lowering my mouth to her shoulder. Flames. A moan. Raised shoulders, her head tilting. I release her wrists. I don’t need to tell her to keep them there. I slide my hands up her arms while I kiss every hot piece of her neck, licking the water away, working my palms onto her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Head falling back, she moans, vibrating against my lips on her throat, her arse pushing back against me.
I bend my knees and swivel up, sliding inside of her, breathing in and holding it. Rose’s hands ball into fists on the tile. The water becomes hotter. I slowly start to pump, holding her waist. “I have a surprise for you,” I say calmly, watching her head roll on her shoulders.
“What?”
I grind, taking my mouth to her nape and kissing.
She moans, then brings one hand back and slips her fingers through my wet hair. “Show me.”
“In good time, baby.” I bite down. “I think you’re going to love it.” I am on dangerous ground, but I will deal with that later. Today feels like it could be the end. Anything is possible. I have to make sure the girls are out of harm’s way. I jolt, and Rose moans harder, making me pause, trying to rein myself in, close already. I sit my chin on her shoulder. She looks at me. That alone has my dick twitching, and she feels it, smiling, rolling back, ending my attempt to save myself. I slam my mouth over hers and kiss her, and start driving in and out, firm but slowly, my cock buzzing. I know she’s coming because she tugs my hair and bites my lip, so I let it claim me, rolling through my release on a moan into her mouth and a squeeze of her hips as Rose constricts and drains me, her wet body twitching against me. I bite her lip in return and pull back, wiping her face of water and moving us out of the spray, withdrawing and turning her. I push her into the cold wall and crowd her, kissing her softly, finding my planned words again as we both come down.
I don’t find them soon enough for Rose. She ends our kiss and cups my cheeks, pulling my face to hers. “What?”
“You want some freedom,” I say, taking her wrists and pulling them away, relishing her intrigue.
“I do . . .” she says slowly.
“I booked you a pamper day.” She should get a pamper year for how much I paid.
Rose leans back as far as she can, which isn’t far with the wall behind her. “Pardon me?”
I smile. This is the wedding all over again. A tactic on my part. “I’ve booked out a salon spa thing for the day. For you. And the other girls.” I’m relying on Rose to make this happen too. I need everyone gone from the house.
“Why?”
“To pamper. Get your hair done. Have a manicure.”
“Right . . .” Her suspicion is warranted, of course, so manipulation has to come in here, and I will be shameless. “What’s going on?”
I make sure I appear offended. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, all of a sudden, Daniel can go to school, I can take him for pizza, and now I’m going off on a pamper day at a spa. So I’ll ask you again, my lovely, gorgeous angel-faced assassin, what’s going on?”
I scowl. Why the reminder of who I am? Stupid question. Fine. Here comes the manipulation. I pull away, solemn, and leave the shower. “I was only trying to do something nice for you.” I grab a towel and yank it down. “I know it’s not easy being married to me, Rose.” I throw it over my shoulders and tug it from side to side. “I’m trying here.” I finish drying and go to my closet, avoiding my suits, because they’re a dead giveaway if I’m dealing with business, and instead pull on some gray joggers and grab a sweater, grumbling away to myself. I still, my arms in the sleeves, ready to pull it over my head when I hear her behind me. I wait, looking out the corner of my eye, ready to accept her apology and her gratitude.
“Fuck off, Black, what are you up to?”
My head drops back. Why? Why, God, did you give me such an arduous fucking woman?
Because you need that.
On to Plan B. I pull my sweater on and down as I turn. She’s still naked. Wet. Pregnant. Her arms crossed over her chest, nestled between her boobs and her rounding tummy. I look at her tiredly, waving a hand at her magnificent figure, like, come on!
She just tilts her head and raises her brows. I roll my eyes and go to her. Plan B better work, because Plan C is the truth, and that means our shower just now will have been the last time I fucked my wife. I take her arm and tug her to the bed, sitting her on the end and kneeling before her. And because I’m a cunt, I pull her legs apart and drop my mouth into her pussy, sucking on her clit on a salacious smile when she drops to the bed.
I work efficiently, slipping my fingers inside of her, hooking them up, making sure I get her sweet spot as I massage, bite, kiss, lick her nub of nerves, flicking my tongue quickly when her back arches and she gathers the sheets in her fists.
Okay. So this wasn’t part of Plan B but I’m not the kind of man to pass up these kinds of opportunities.
She comes all over my face on a high-pitched, broken moan, and goes lax beneath me. I crawl up her body and trap her beneath me, kissing her, sharing her release. “You need a wax,” I say, smiling when she snorts over a laugh. “It’s a bit prickly down there.”
Her head shoots back, her laughter addictive. I take the opportunity and pay some attention to her throat, her jaw, until I’m plunging my tongue into her mouth again. “Why would I want to go to a spa when I get all the pampering I need right here at home?” she asks.
“Can you trust me?”
She groans, and I know I have her. “Danny, please.” She holds my head and looks at me, and I hate the fear I see in her eyes. “Every time you ask me to trust you, epic shit goes down.”
“Yes, but we always come out the other side, baby,” I remind her, praying she hears me. I can’t tell her anything about Amber. She will lose all reason. “Today’s just meetings, I promise. James and Beau aren’t great. If she pulls one of her disappearing stunts again, it could fuck everything up, Rose. We’re getting somewhere here. Not only is she in danger every time she galivants off around town, but James is also distracted. I need his head on straight today.”