“Nothing is changing tomorrow. You’ve got time to research, color code, and make your lists that cross reference other lists. If you think you need it, you can take classes. Or go back to Coastal for your Master’s like you’ve talked about.”
“That could push this out for years.”
“I’m fine with that. There’s no rush. We’ve got the rest of our lives.”
“Yeah, we do,” she whispered with a content smile. It quickly turned into a wicked one. “But about that package you mentioned…”
“Pull your shorts to the side, siren.”
Greer
TWO YEARS AFTER THAT
Stepping into the bedroom, I watched through the large glass door as my handsome husband paced out on the balcony with his phone pressed to his ear. I knew he was talking to someone about work because he always paced during those calls. But whether it was regarding his directorial debut or the next project he’d already booked, I wasn’t sure. I was also too distracted to eavesdrop. His loose shorts hung low on his hips, and without a shirt on, I had a view of every cut muscle and deep indent.
How is he getting hotter and hotter? It’s magic. Or witchcraft.
He turned to look out at the gorgeous view as he spoke to whoever, and an idea formed.
Tossing what I held on to the bed, I quickly but quietly crept forward. If he turned and saw me, I’d lose my chance. It didn’t matter who he was talking to or how important it was. I was always his focus, and he would end the call with barely a goodbye.
I managed to make it unseen, but when I turned the lock, the bolt clicked loudly. Tripp looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. Like I predicted, his call ended almost immediately.
But it was too late.
He tried the door, but it simply rattled. “Did you lock me out?”
I ignored him as I stepped back.
Confused worry furrowed his brows, but before it could fully set in, I lifted my shirt over my head.
Fire replaced everything else in his gaze, and his cock instantly hardened to tent his flimsy shorts.
“Open the door, siren. Now.”
“Can’t hear you, Sir,” I lied, slowly sliding my jeans down next.
If I’d known ahead of time what I’d be doing, I would’ve layered up to extend the slow, deliberate strip tease. But it didn’t take long until I was naked with one arm banded across my breasts and the other stretched down to cover my sex.
His hand was down his shorts, and I had no doubt he was gripping himself tightly. “Now, Greer.”
I ignored him again. There was a good chance my ass would end up with red welts across it, but I was fine with that.
That was a lie.
I was thrilled with that.
Moving out of view while he yelled threats to me and my cute ass, I grabbed a vibrator from the side table.
It was the one he called his favorite coworker since the clit suction always made me come until I cried. Especially when he used it on me while he fucked my ass.
I rounded the bed again and grabbed the padded bench that was positioned in front of it. Dragging it across the room, I stopped once it was in front of him. I sat, but kept myself blocked and covered as I slid the vibrator in.
“Spread your legs and show me, or I swear to God, I will break this door down.”
I didn’t.
I pinched my nipple but kept my hand in the way so he couldn’t really see.
