Page 29 of Making the King

“It’s always nice to see a couple reunited.” Bruce grins before taking a sip of his coffee.

“Relax,” I whisper against Cara’s ear, and when Bruce looks up, I give her ear a little nip.

I don’t really need to go to all this effort to put on a show for Bruce, but Cara doesn’t know that, and by the way a shiver runs down her spine and she sinks a little more into me, I’m fucking glad I’m overdoing it.

“Now, Cara. My records show you have gained employment at a place called Dirty Diamonds. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” Cara nods and Bruce writes something on the notepad in front of him.

“What is Dirty Diamonds’ main business activity?” he asks, and Cara stiffens.

“Entertainment.” I answer for her, and Bruce nods, writing that down too.

“And what sort of entertainment?” he asks, his expression all business and no fucking fun.

“It’s a strip club.” Cara responds this time, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she watches Bruce’s brows hitch.

“A strip club?”

“Yes. Amongst other things.” She answers, and Bruce reaches up and tugs his glasses off.

“What is your job role there?”

I can see the glint in Cara’s eye as I peer around at her. She’s trying to cause trouble. And I just fucking know she’s about to announce that she’s a dancer.

“Cara does the book work.” I butt in, giving her thigh a pinch under the table, and Cara frowns, but doesn’t bother looking at me.

“Oh, good. You’re good with numbers then?” he asks Cara and she shrugs.

“It’s not hard.”

“Yes, it is,” I whisper against her ear, and she stiffens, shooting me a wide-eyed glare.

Luckily, Bruce is busy writing something and isn’t focusing on us, so I keep fucking going. Making sure to torment my darling wife.

“Can you feel it?” I whisper before giving my hips a minuscule thrust under her.

It’s not a lie. I am hard. My dick has been fluctuating between flax and hard ever since I woke up to have her riding my cock. It doesn’t fucking care that I’m a little tender there.

Fuck, she was so damn tight. I’m aching to squeeze my dick into her again. Next time, I’ll make sure she’s slick.

Bruce asks more questions, and for the most part, Cara behaves, answering what she can without hinting to the ruse and how we became husband and wife.

As Bruce goes over the appointments he’s booked for Cara to attend at his office in the coming weeks, I press my nose to her neck and inhale her sweet scent until I’m unable to hold back, and I press my lips to her neck.

“Insecto del amor,” Cara says sweetly, which sounds ridiculous falling from her lips. “Behave while we have a guest.”

What the hell does insecto del amor mean?

Fuck, that annoys me. Why haven’t I tried to learn some Spanish? She could have called me a dickless monkey for all I know.

Chuckling fakely along with Bruce, I’m fucking ecstatic when he puts his notepad away and stands.

“Well, thank you both. I’m glad to see you readjusting to life. You both seem very happy together.”

Cara gives a nervous laugh while I smile and nod, easing Cara off my lap so I can stand.

We say our goodbyes, and the moment I shut the door, a pillow from the couch slams into my head.

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