Swoon. My hero.
“Is that what’s been bothering you lately, lost contracts?”
His face sobers and he strides away from me to grab the house keys and his wallet and phone. “I’ll talk to you later about it, baby.”
“So there is something…”
My chest, where all the dread lives, suddenly feels hot.
It’s the first time in our married life that Gray is the one holding something to himself.
And I don’t like it.
“Maybe we should cancel and stay home.”
“Baby. No, it’s nothing. Let’s go and have a nice dinner. You’ve talked about the breadsticks all day. Mom will be disappointed if she can’t see you.” He kisses my temple and laces my fingers, leading me to the door.
“Do you promise it’s nothing serious?”
“India, it’s not. It’s just nothing I want to think about now, not while my wife is in fuck me heels and I have a raging hard on to screw her down on the floor.”
Aww. He really can be sweet and romantic.
I glance down at my feet as we leave the apartment.
Gold. Sparkly. Strappy heels.
Huh, look at that, he’s chosen well because they’re kind of flawless.
Just like the man walking me into the death trap of an elevator.
He gives me my dreams.
He gives me shoes.
He gives me himself.
And a former screwed up party girl can’t ask for better.
Cuddling up to him, he palms my ass as he always does when I’m near.
His hands are a beacon for my ass cheeks, according to Grayson.
Gray groans into my neck.
“Fuck me heels … I already want to go home, India.”
I swallow an amused moan of need fizzling through my blood while we head down to the private parking where Joe will be waiting for us.
Between endless baskets of breadsticks in our favorite restaurant, and Gray in a mood to grope me. There’s no contest. If not for his family waiting for us, I would have turned right around and been naked before he could close the door.
These better be damn good breadsticks.
C H A P T E R 5
Gray
The midday sun is burning down on the top of my head the moment I step out of the air conditioned building through the revolving door.