Page 37 of Corrupt Desires

“Sorry, just in my mind. I have a lot to think about.”

“I know, but we will figure this out together, OK?”

“He’s never going to stop, James. How do we beat him at his own game? I’m sick of being on the defensive, just reacting to whatever he throws at us. I want to push back.”

“I know, Em. Once I’m out of here today, we will all meet at our place and go over some plans.”

Nothing left to say, I lay my head on his chest and cuddle in close. I might as well take advantage of the situation and soak up as much of this time as I can because soon we’re going to take the fight to them.

Twenty-Six

James

“James, my man. Looks like you’ve healed enough to go home,” says my nurse, Michael, as he comes into the room with my discharge papers and a wheelchair.

“It would appear so,” I reply, clenching my teeth. I can’t stand this guy. He had the audacity to flirt with Emilia when he thought I was still sleeping after my procedure to get the bullet removed. When it happened, I immediately popped my eyes open and reminded him he was talking to mywife. He thankfully hasn’t attempted it again because if he did I wouldn’t be able to control what I would do next.

“Well, if you’re ready, hop on down into this wheelchair, and we’ll get you taken down to your ride.”

Emilia has the audacity to chuckle which she quickly covers with a hand, but I shoot her a scathing glare nonetheless.

“That won’t be necessary, Michael. I’m perfectly capable of walking.”

“Are you sure? I’d hate for you to fall from being so weak.”

Is this guy serious right now?! I know a backhanded comment when I hear one.

“I’m good, thanks. My beautiful wife here will help me just fine, won’t you, Emilia?”

“Absolutely, my love,” replies Emilia, a glint in her eye. So she’s enjoying this, is she?

As we make our way down the elevator and out the front entryway, I pull Emilia into me, holding her close and just taking in her scent. She’s intoxicating. God, how I’ve missed having her all to myself.

“Ready?” she asks as Donovan pulls up in the semi-circular drive with one of Kayden’s SUVs.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Aleks gets our door for us, and I let Emilia climb in first. Turning toward Michael, who followed us outside, I give him my coldest look and say, “Thanks for everything, Michael, I’ll be taking care of my wife now. If you’ll excuse me.” I send him a wink before climbing in the car, and I just barely catch the jealousy that shutters over his face before he pastes on a fake smile as the door closes.

Turning away from that dreaded man, I find Emilia’s eye locked on mine.

“Was that really necessary, James?” she practically purrs the question, reaching out a hand to my thigh.

“Everything is necessary when it comes to you, love.”

The armored SUV we are in is situated a lot like a limo, with the bench seats across from one another and a black dividing window that separates the front from the back.

Ensuring the divider is in place, I turn back to Emilia and look at her, eyeing her up from her toes to her head.

“Emilia, I’m going to devour you now.”

Her pupils blow wide as lust takes over her features, her legs clenching just barely as she chases that aching need between them.

Getting down on my knees, I put myself in front of her, pushing her legs apart and settling between them.

“I can’t go another minute without tasting you.”

Emilia lets out a barely-there moan, like my words are tied directly to her pleasure. I trace her knee using my finger and begin my perusal up her thigh. God, I’m so fucking happy she decided to wear a dress today.

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