Page 111 of An Inevitable Marriage
In one swift move, I closed the distance between us and wrapped an arm around her waist. I slid my hand over the lush curve of her ass. “So what you’re really saying is you’ll be thinking of my hands on your body.” I nipped below her ear. “My mouth on your skin.”
“Yes,” she said, her voice my favorite combination of needy and breathless.
I squeezed harder, bringing her hips closer to mine. “Come to my office the moment you’re done here.”
“That’s the plan.”
When she pushed onto her toes this time, I turned my head to capture her mouth. The kiss was lazy and sweet and over far, far too soon.
Snow flattened her hands against my chest and gave me a gentle shove. “Go, or you’ll be late.”
I wanted to dig my feet in and demand to stay, but she was right. David Prescott, my head of finances, was probably waiting in my office already.
Lifting my hands in surrender, I walked backward. “Have fun.”
“You’re going to fall.”
My grin was fast and wide. “I already have.”
“Oh my gosh.” Snow rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips matched my own.
I kept walking backward until I couldn’t see her anymore. It was only then I turned around and hurried to the elevator. Still grinning like an idiot, I stepped onto my floor a few minutes later.
“Will you clear my schedule after my meeting with David?” I asked Tamara when I stopped in front of her desk. I had plans to spoil and hopefully ravish my wife.
“The creepy smile on your face can only mean you don’t know.”
I frowned. “Don’t know what?”
Tamara immediately pushed to her feet and leaned over her desk like she was about to divulge the world’s best-kept secret. “Okay, so you know how all the assistants get together in the morning and complain about our horrible bosses.”
I just glared at her so she continued.
“Anyway, Amy from thefourthfloor is all up in her feels because Marlon Lachowski, the famous Brazilian model, is here for a shoot today.”
She stared at me. Stared and stared until her words found their mark.
“What the fuck do you mean he’s here for a shoot?”
“Well.” Tamara rolled her lips over her teeth. “According to Amy, Francisco changed everything and decided that a couple would be better in the more…intimate photos.”
“The fuck he did.”
I immediately spun on my heel and marched right back to the elevator. Tamara slipped in next to me before the doors slid shut.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Her smile was wide, a little too wide. “If you think I’m missing this, you’re dead wrong.”
I didn’t answer her. Instead, I poked the number four button, then did it again and again.
“Pressing it a gazillion times won’t make the elevator descend any faster.”
“Tamara,” I ground out. “For shit’s sake, not now.”
Unfazed by my piss-poor mood, she barked out a hysterical laugh. “Wow, this really has your panties all up in a bunch. It’s just an ad campaign, boss-man. I’m sure the wifey will only be thinking of you when that hunk of a man is all up in her space.”
Was she trying to give me a damn heart attack? The mere thought of any prick putting his hands on my wife clouded my vision in red. My blood roared between my ears, and the space behind my ribs burned with unfiltered rage.
