Winter enters the kitchen as Maddox and I share a moment over reading. His eyes come to mine. “I’m not sure what time I’ll be finished here.”
Maddox closes the freezer and says, “You need me for anything else, Birdie?”
“No. Thank you for all your help. I really appreciate it.”
He nods. “Sure thing.” With a quick glance at Winter, he exits the kitchen.
“He’s been helping you?” Winter says.
“Yeah. He put the shelves up for me and then helped me cook. He’s not a bad kid.” As Winter eyes the shelves, I say, “I’m gonna go home and take a long bath. You can whisper dirty things to me another night if you don’t get home before I fall asleep.”
He brings his gaze back to me, running his eyes over my body. “You have no idea how much I wish I was going home with you now.”
I stand on my toes so I can kiss him. “I think I do, and it’s all good. I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.”
Watching him leave, I decide to force myself to stay awake until he gets home. I’m beginning to feel starved of him, and I can see in his eyes that he feels the same way.
32
Winter
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I eye Birdie entering the clubhouse as I hang up from a call with Scott Cole. He reported that they still haven’t heard a peep from Zenith in Brisbane yet, and still haven’t located them. Frustration seems to be my constant friend these days. We’re getting fucking nowhere with anything we’re doing.
When Birdie reaches me, I pull her close and kiss her. “You get dressed up for me again, angel?”
She keeps her body pressed to mine and her hands to my chest as she smiles. Fuck, I love it when she smiles. “You can pretend I did.”
I glance down at her short dress and heels. “Yeah, I’m gonna pretend those heels are for my benefit.”
Gripping my shirt, she says, “You left early this morning. I was going to wake you up exactly how you like being woken up since I fell asleep before you came home last night.”
“Fuck, baby, we need to move this to my office.”
Her eyes light up. “You’ve got time?”
“Yeah.” I take her hand and lead her down the hallway. I’ve reached the point where even if I didn’t have time, I’d fucking make it so I did. After trying like fuck to get home at a decent hour last night, I didn’t make it out of here until 2:00 a.m. Birdie was fast asleep by the time I arrived home.
Kicking the door closed behind us, my arm goes around her waist and I pull her to rest her ass against my desk. Spreading her legs with my feet, I place my hands to the hem of her dress and slowly slide it up while keeping my eyes firmly on hers.
“Tell me how you want this,” I say.
“How I want this, and what I’ve got time for, are two different things.”
“You’ve gotta leave soon?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Fuck,” I say as I lean in and brush my lips over hers. “I’m beginning to think you’ve forgotten what my dick looks like.”
“Baby, your dick is the biggest thing in my memory. I will never forget what it looks like.”
“Good. Keep it that way.”
She brings her hand to my neck. “I want it hard and rough, and I don’t even need any foreplay.”
My hand glides up her thigh to her panties. “Angel, we’ve had fucking weeks of foreplay.” I hook my fingers in her panties and find her pussy. She’s wet for me, so fucking wet that I struggle to restrain myself from ripping her clothes off.
Gripping my neck, she arches her back as I push two fingers inside her. “Oh my God, yes.”
My mouth finds hers and I kiss her roughly, like I know she loves it.
The kiss sets her off, and she tears at my shirt, and then my belt, before finally undoing my jeans and taking hold of my throbbing cock.
“Fuck,” I growl as she strokes me.
Going without my wife for so long is not fucking good for my health. I’m a knotted ball of stress, and while the shit going on with the club is a lot of that, I know that almost zero time with Birdie is a big contributor, too.
Before I know what’s happening, she spins around and bends over the desk. Lifting her dress, she begs, “I need you inside me.”
Christ, I don’t need any further encouragement. I tear her panties off and slam inside of her. Hard and fucking fast.
Birdie grips the desk while I take hold of her hips and work us into a rhythm. When I reach around and work her clit, she comes almost instantly. I orgasm not long after, and then wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck. “I’ve fucking missed you.”
She places her hand over mine. “Me too.”
Reluctantly, I pull out and we clean up. Birdie eyes me as she scoops her torn panties off the ground. Holding them up, she says, “You realise this means I have to show up for my meeting at the bank with no underwear on, right?”
“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve gone out like that.” I used to tear her panties off regularly.
“Yeah, but this is a super short dress. It’s gonna be awkward.” When I don’t say anything, she adds, “I mean, I’m meeting two guys. I hope I don’t accidentally flash them while I cross my legs or something.”
My possessive streak roars to life, something that hasn’t happened for a long time. My arm snaps out and around her, and I pull her close. “You keep those legs of yours shut tight as fuck. No one but me sees your pussy.”
Her eyes blaze with desire and a smile dances across her lips. “There’s my man.”
“Yeah, here I am, and I don’t fucking like the idea of you flashing anyone.” Fuck, I wish we had the entire afternoon so I could fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
She kisses me. Long, slow, and deep. When she finally drags her lips from mine, she says, “I love it when you go all caveman. You should do that more often.”
I let her go, because if I don’t, she’s not leaving this office for her meeting. Jerking my chin at the door, I say, “You need to leave.”
She pouts. “You’re not going to walk me out?”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “You’ll be the fucking death of me.”
Her smile returns. “You love me.”
“I fucking do.”
I walk her out. We’ve nearly reached our destination when we come across Eloise and Maddox. They’re in the middle of an argument. That’s putting it lightly, though. Eloise is screaming abuse at him and he looks like he’s given up fighting. It looks like this is something he’s used to.
Then she hits him. Not once, but repeatedly. He flinches, and again, he seems used to this.
I’ve seen enough; I step in and pull her away. She kicks and flails all over the place, screaming at me to let her go. I restrain her tightly and bark, “Enough!”
“Or what? You’re going to send me home? Good! I wanna fucking go home!”
I let her go and push her away from Maddox, anger burning through me. Looking at Maddox, I demand, “She do this often?”
He stares at me without giving me an answer.