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He ignored her.
She smiled. “I love a quiet kid.”
“Keep telling yourself he’s quiet,” Finn mocked, but he folded his arms across his chest as I left to kiss a grumpy Jacob goodnight—he wasnothappy about being disturbed. “Turn it up.”
Aela did as he asked, and I left to the sounds of news of the Irish prime minister’s upcoming arrival in the States.
A quick shower and I was no longer dusted in flour. It didn’t take me long to put on some makeup and to style my hair into a bun for ease.
With that set, I drifted into the bedroom and found the gown Finn had bought me lying on top of the comforter.
At first, I was surprised because it was black. He tended to buy me things that were red or green in color, but I was more than okay with that, especially when I picked it up and took in the elegant style.
It was cut deep at the front and at the back too so both my breasts and spine would be on display, but I knew it would cup my waist and hips to perfection.
As I dressed in some of my fancierAgent Provocateurpanties, I managed to get into the dress. It knocked my bun askew, so I had to do it again, and as I was slipping pins in, Finn appeared in the doorway.
His gaze was hot as it trailed over my length, and he murmured, “I regret making dinner reservations now.”
I peeped a smile at him. “If you hadn’t, I’d still be covered in flour.”
“I like you covered in flour.”
Need crawled through my system. “You like me all the time.”
It was a cocky statement.
I didn’t even realizehowcocky until, without even a blink, he nodded. “I do.” Finn stepped over to me, hand held out. “Ready, Mrs. O’Grady?”
Slipping my hand into his, I nodded and took him in, realizing that he’d switched sports coats because my floury fingerprints didn’t mar the silk. With both of us wearing black, we could have looked funereal but I knew we matched.
That was his end game.
His possessive stamp was merely enhanced as he slipped me against his side.
I knew Mr. O'Grady's best moves by now. Although hedidhave it in him to surprise me regularly.
On our way out, I peeped into the kitchen, saw Aela was still eating brownies and that Jake was focused on his building blocks, and I decided not to disturb either of them.
We headed down the hall to the elevator, and the second after the doors closed and he’d pressed the button forVerdi, he pinned me against the wall.
I’d expected that though—my bun was high enough on my crown that the flat of my head was flush to the wall.
See? I knew his best moves and how to accommodate them.
Smiling at him and feeling smug, I rested my arms over his shoulders and asked, “Why, Mr. O’Grady, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Mussing my wife up, Mrs. O’Grady. You were looking too pristine for my liking.”
I mock-gasped. “You like it when I look messy?”
He ran his nose down my cheek. “Makes me think of you when we’ve fucked.”
Sighing, I rasped, “You get to see that often enough in bed without me looking like that when we go out.”
“I like you pristine, messy, floury—all the adjectives.” I felt his smile against my cheek. “But if we’re heading to a fancy restaurant, and we’re Jake-free for the night, I want to see you mussed.”
The doors opened at a very inappropriate moment, but ours was a private elevator that served the penthouse so there was no one nearby to gawk at us.
