“No, you will. You’re gonna spend part of each day with me, making all the work worth it.”
Doing my best to keep a blank face and not smirk and give my game away, I led him into our bedroom. Noah sent a heavy-lidded glance at the bed, and for a moment my resolve wavered, but the lesson I wanted to teach would be fun. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who needed a reminder about doing the right things. We could probably both use more patience.
Noah glanced up at me with his mesmerizing gray eyes, and his lips parted as I pulled him close and slid the suit jacket from his shoulders. The fabric hitting the floor was as loud as a thunderclap in the room; we flinched. He glanced back toward the door, but I was already working his tie loose and sent that flying next. He held his breath as I unbuttoned his shirt. His ab muscles fluttered under my fingers as I scraped them upward over his firm chest and slid the fabric of his undershirt up over his soft skin. He raised his arms for me, and I was excited to see his cock struggling against the front of his suit pants. We stared at each other as I unbuckled his belt.
He bit his bottom lip—silky skin that drove me crazy—and slid his hands along my pecs to grip my shoulders tightly as I unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants and shoved everything down his thighs. His shoes were an annoyance I could’ve lived without, but undoing the laces and pulling them off was a necessary evil in the struggle to get him naked. After far too long he was bare, and his hands quivered at his sides and his cock stretched up to try to touch his belly as I devoured him with my gaze.
“We didn’t have to go out to see something beautiful. Look at you.”
He stared at me, then glanced away, but I didn’t miss the tiny smile that twisted up the corner of his lips. I was starting to like how he reacted to my compliments. It was as if he wasn’t used to them. Every prickly layer I peeled away from Noah made me happier I’d spent the time and energy to get him in my bed. Tentatively I ran a finger up the underside of his cock to catch a drop of his sweet precum. His brow furrowed and he tilted his hips but didn’t beg, and I sucked the drop off my finger, relishing the burst of muskiness on my tongue.
“Oh, you’re so good now, huh? You know you’re in trouble, so you’ll listen to your husband. That’s not going to work, little mouse. Aren’t you going to beg your husband to have mercy?” I carefully gripped his cock and began a slow glide of my palm along his hot shaft. I loved the firmness and the feel of his skin. He tipped his chin up, expression stunned. I’d already forgotten he wasn’t used to anything like this. It was all new to him. I couldn’t even remember what my first time felt like. It hadn’t meant anything. But I’d be damned if he forgot me when this was all over. I changed my grip until his breath caught, then stepped in to press my lips to his. He clutched me so tight it nearly hurt as I jerked him off.
God, it would feel good to plow him fast and dirty right now, but where would that get us? He’d neverlearn his lesson. Smirking, I let him go.
“No, no, please,” he gasped out. We had a stare-off as he gulped air. His face fell—maybe he’d remembered he was supposed to be playing it cool.
I tapped his nose.
“Fuck,” he whispered, then bit his lip and scowled.
Grabbing the back of his neck, I dragged him forward and covered his lips with mine, sucking that dirty word from the tip of his tongue. I kissed him until he was rubbing his cock against my thigh and whimpering nonstop into my mouth. His lips shook as I pecked them and stepped back, well out of reach. He stood there, cock hard, hands in the air, looking like a horse had kicked him in the gut.
“Go shower. You will put on the outfit I leave out for you on the bed and cover it with a robe. I’ll get that out, too. No one else is to see you in your pretty underwear unless I give permission. And I won’t.”
He whimpered as if he didn’t like the idea of not getting off, and excitement squirmed all through me. He was mine. I got to say when he came. I didn’t want him to be left out and horny, either—not really. I wanted him under me, sweaty and satisfied. I hated that the fucking chef downstairs had laid eyes on his naked body. Tucker was too good to let go over a little thing like seeing my husband’s bare ass. But there was random naked shenanigans, in contrast with my husband wrapped up in lace and jewels, dazzling and beautiful just for me. No one else gotthat.Ever.Or I’d cut out their eyes and wouldn’t have a single missed night of sleep over it. Then Noah would have a real reason to call me a psycho.
“Do you understand me?” My voice slipped so low and mean I almost didn’t recognize it.
“Yes, husband,” he whispered, and a delighted shiver fled down my spine.
“Antoine will lead you to my office when you’re ready. I’ll send him to walk with you. If there is something on your outfit you can’t do up alone, leave it and I’ll help you. Don’t ask Antoine.” Even the thought of Antoine’s hands on Noah had my blood heating for a fight.
“Trust me, I won’t,” he said, voice dry. “Your office isn’t that far away. Why do I need—”
“Who am I?” I reminded him. “Are you supposed to talk back?”
“I will do as you ordered,husband.”
“Very, very good, darlin’.” He glanced away and looked like he was battling with himself not to smile. Good. I wanted him to be soft with me, if no one else. “Now go get ready. I’m off to unfuck this situation your father left us.” I turned him around, slapped his behind lightly, and couldn’t resist squeezing the bouncy, meaty flesh of his ass. He gave me a dark look over his shoulder as he walked toward the bathroom, but it was a far cry from a fuck you—more of a fuckme.
“I don’t have to tell you that you’ll be in even worse trouble if you touch your cock in that shower, do I?”
He stumbled and glanced back over his shoulder again, eyes wider. “No, husband, you don’t.”
I crossed my arms as I stared at that tight ass bouncing away from me. “Good.”
As soon as the bathroom door closed behind him, I went to my walk-in closet and chuckled at the new packages that had been stacked there. The boxes were flat and had gold foil lids, which came from a boutique in NYC, Magda’s Underthings, that specialized in men’s lingerie. I’d found it by browsing online. I lifted the first box and peeked inside. It was exactly what I wanted, and I was happy to see there was a card on top showing the outfit on a model, so Noah wouldn’t have to be too confused about how to get into the material. I brushed my fingers over the soft white lace. There were diamonds sewn into the centers of circles that would look like flowers when stretched over his beautiful skin.
I nearly skipped over to the bed to leave out the box and rushed to find a matching white silk robe in another one. I shook it out and laid it carefully on the bed, feeling pretty good about myself. At my dresser I stopped to snag a small red satin box that had been placed there, probably by Antoine, which had arrived sometime this morning while we’d been out conquering the world. The sound of the shower turning on made me want to stick around and wait for Noah, but if I did that, he’d never get his beautiful underthings on his sleek body.
With a tune I didn’t know the words to stuck in my head, I began to hum as I walked out of the room. Once I was in my office, I tossed the box on my desk and fired up my laptop. I was already behind where I wanted to be for the day, but that was okay. It was the day after my wedding, after all. I smirked to myself all over again as I cut glances at the small box and opened my email to find the security codes to all of Edison Divine’s files regarding the conglomerate waiting. The ability to dig around in the Divine dirt was like fifty Christmas mornings all rolled into one, and I wasn’t even upset there was no bow on the gift.
Seven spreadsheet tabs were on my laptop screen when the door to my office opened and Noah followed Antoine in, looking much less agreeable than how I’d left him. He kept shooting irritated looks at Antoine, and while I knew he could be a pain in the ass, I doubted he would say anything truly unpleasant to Noah, right?
“In the future you can wear slippers,” I said, noticing my husband had nothing on his feet except for white stockings. My mind shut down for a few seconds; I hadn’t realized anything like that had been in the box. I let out a long, shaky breath, itching to get that robe off him.
“I didn’t think you would want me to improvise on the... er... clothing.” The pink that spread across his cheeks was adorable, but I didn’t like how he glued his gaze to the floor.
