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“I did, a bit.” I turn the pad of my thumb to graze my nail across her skin instead. As hard as she tries to squirm and wiggle her way away from me, I hold on tighter.
The chair she’s sitting on squeaks in the midst of her laughter. I love to hear her laugh. I always have. That’s one thing about her that’s never changed. When Eli or I would push her on the swings as a little girl, she would give us the same deep joy she is right now. It’s a sound I can build a life on.
I work my way up her leg as I stand to get closer to her. My palm cups behind her knee while my hand wraps around her neck. Hayley’s still laughing, but now with her eyes open. Her soft smile is all I can focus on as she pulls herself into my arms. Our noses carefully slide along one another’s. “I didn’t think I could be this happy.”
“Oh, baby, me neither.”
Our lips begin to clash together in an amazing tug-of-war. I feel like it’s a game to see who wants each other more. For me, I already know. My hand threads up the back of her thigh, gripping her tight against my body. In a moment when I thought I would be the one growling at our connection, she surprises me with a sound so feral I open my eyes. When I do, she’s staring directly into mine.
“Are we having dessert now?”
“Oh God, yes.”
I wish the mattress was still out on the balcony and we had the cover of the linens I hung for her. It sucks I have to even walk one step to be able to lay her down the way I want to. We wander slowly back through the apartment. I do several half turns, debating our destination while her lips drive me insane. The electricity they leave behind is unmatched. One kiss can send me down a dangerous path.
The couch, not enough room. The wall, she deserves better. The floor on her favorite rug. Bingo.
The massive white rug she brought from her place is now covering the corner of the room nearest to the balcony door. There are some days I catch her sunning herself like a kitten, others she’s sketching something that’s caught her eye in the sky, others still she’s reading romance novels she’s read a thousand times. Oh, I want her to sun herself, I want to catch her eye, and I will give her the romance she deserves.
The fading sun is still warming the rug as I lay her on her back. Her leg is hooked so tight at my hip, she doesn’t break contact as she reaches the floor. The white layer of fabric making her full skirt, which is fulfilling any nineteen fifties pinup fantasy I ever had, falls gently back toward her body.
Her milky white skin is pink in contrast. The slightest floral and citrus combination begins to overwhelm me. “Hayley…” I exhale her name.
“I know. Me too.”
She slides her cherry red painted fingers across my collarbone to the button line of my shirt. I leave the focus I’ve been paying to her lips to her fingers that are now slowly exposing my heated skin. I count them down until I’m free. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Just as I’m about to reward her with a kiss, she pushes my upper body back with those same nails. “I’m not finished yet.”
The sides of her nails clip my skin on the inside of my waistband as she loosens the buckle. I hear the silver clang against my hip, at least I think it’s my hip. I’m so focused on the image I have lying beneath me, I’m not sure I could even tell you what century we’re in.
The sun takes the opportunity to cast its rays over her entire being. Her hair cascades back to the rough edges of the rug. Her eyes sparkle with the bluest blue I’ve ever seen, the white of her dress pales by the glow of her skin. In other words, she’s an angel who this devil is about to do all sorts of dirty things to.
Chapter Two
Elijah
My wife is right. I am a bit tired this morning, but it was worth every sleepless minute we got. Dylan was up with the birds. I swear, sex charges her in a way I’ve never seen in another human. She was whirling around, hair dripping down her back, coffee mug in hand, and singing to herself before I’d hardly had my head off the pillow. I think there might have been a snarky comment somewhere about catch up, old man. That’s when my towel left its mark on her backside.
She reviewed her board meeting presentation the entire ride on the subway. I love watching her prepare in all aspects of her life. I knew when I met her student persona she had the fire to really succeed, no matter the obstacles. I often have to remind the creative side of her of these facts. I think she’s getting better at listening to me.
Her choice of wardrobe today is going to haunt my cock in every way. She’s got her bright purple top that ties at the neck with her navy suit. Not the navy pantsuit… the skirt. Her black patent slingbacks frame her heel perfectly and give me the sneakiest bit of polished toe. In short, she’s sexy as fuck perfection.
We go our separate ways in the morning, but by ten we’re back together for the board meeting. All of my direct reports are presenting their projects and so are Skye’s. Dylan’s at the end of the meeting, so she can also address the Roark Foundation collaboration and where we stand.
I saw her updates to the business model and donation projections in their rough state and I’m thoroughly impressed and pleased not only as her husband, but as the president and co-founder as well. I just hope the board is as pleased. Dylan and I both know we have some very steady support. However, the large thorn in the room, Elyse, will be available as usual to pick apart everything, sticking a thorn in anyone’s side who might disagree with her.
I’m in my usual position at the head of the table. My father and Pops are in the chairs against the wall, behind me. Dylan is down at the far end near the white wall, ready to go through her PowerPoint. Where her hair was down and flowing in waves around her face this morning, she’s pulled it back into a thick ponytail. When I first see her in front of me, my thoughts are anything but business.
Her presentation goes exactly as planned. Dylan is calm, cool, collected, and impeccably prepared. She answered every single question with ease, brevity, and documentation to back every response. Some of the board members that are hardest to sway I can tell are immediately won over without reservation.
Elyse is on the right gallery side. I’ve kept a watchful eye for many professional and personal reasons. She’d been difficult even before her negative interest in Dylan. Now everything seems to be exaggerated tenfold. I’ve never been able to pinpoint why. Skye, as her boss, will have my wife’s back. I don’t doubt that, however, I’ll step in if it’s warranted.
To my utter shock, Elyse doesn’t do more than shift positions, tap her pencil in the most annoying way, and scribble in a small notepad she has hidden in her lap. Her eyes rarely leave Dylan. When they do, they’re sent my general direction, but I think she’s watching my father’s body language.
During our mingling time post adjournment of the meeting, many have filed out with the exception of Rick, who’s in a golf planning session with my father, while Pops and Elyse have cornered Skye. I look longingly down the table at my wife, who’s still collecting her materials. I don’t want to make an obvious play for her in this company however fucking tempting it is.
Skye is finally released from custody. As she walks my way, I get a deep breath and a roll of the eyes. It’s hard for me not to chuckle. I do manage to keep it together, especially as I see Elyse finally worm her way across the other end of the table to corner her next victim, my wife.
