Page 98 of Captive Audience
She snorted. “Oh, it definitely counts.”
“Aye.” I grinned. “She doesn’t let me forget it, either.”
A beat passed. Asha’s eyes dropped to my mouth, and she bit her lip.
Jesus.
I could still see her on her knees, those lips wrapped around my cock, taking me deep until her eyes welled.
“You find a pretty dress for the party?” I asked.
She nodded in an exaggerated way. Asha was cute when she was drunk.
I arched a brow. “Twenty-two grand from Valentino. Must be some dress.”
“You’re going to lose your shit when you see me in it, gangster.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“I bought shoes, too.”
“No.Ibought you shoes. Did you enjoy spending my money today?”
“I think you meanourmoney,Husband, becauseyou”—she pressed one finger into my pec and kept it there—“forgot to make me sign a prenup.”
“Aye,Wife. Our money, indeed. And I didn’t forget. I never wanted a prenup.”
Once her investigation was over, Asha could name her price. I’d give her anything.
She stared at me curiously. “So you’re not mad that I spent so much?”
“Were you trying to make me mad?”
She shrugged in the most adorable fucking way. “A little bit.”
“I’m not mad, love.” I leaned in closer, and her warm palm flattened on my chest but offered no resistance. “I’d buy you the whole goddamn store if it made you happy.”
Asha’s brow knitted. “Why would you want to do that?”
“Buy the store?”
“No. Make me happy.”
How did I explain to Asha that for so long, my life had been driven by family, loyalty to the Beasts, and vengeance? That somehow, she’d dethroned them all.
She would think I’d lost my mind.
Ithought I’d lost my mind.
There was no easy answer to Asha’s question, so I went with a bullshite one instead.
“Happy staff work better.” I ran my finger along her collarbone, and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Did you buy anything else? Lacy underwear, perhaps?”
“I don’t think I should answer that.”
“Why not?”
“Because you can’t seem to decide if I’m your wife or an employee. Do I need to call HR and tell them my hot boss is shirtless, standing between my thighs, and asking inappropriate questions?”
