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Theo looks from me to her with questions he’s not stupid enough to ask right now. He holds a hand out to shake hers. “It’s nice to meet you too. And you don’t have to worry. I’d never hurt a hair on my wife’s head.”
I roll my eyes. I swear he loves to say “my wife” in a sentence as often as he can. Does he think anyone’s likely to forget? I sure as hell won’t. Once T has finished his exchange with Reilly, he steps to Bray and offers a palm. Bray shakes it, and they share some kind of weird, unspoken man-head-nod thing. “Okay, so now that you’re all patched up and shit, there’s drinking to be done.” Bray saunters over to Zac’s mini bar.
“Bray, get the fuck out of my office. Some of us actually have work to do. In case you forgot, there are three bars downstairs. Go and drink from one of them.”
“Okay, bro, don’t get your knickers in a twist. Ignore him. He’s just cranky because he had to actually leave his wife’s side for a few hours and come to work.” Bray takes Reilly’s hand as he walks back towards the lift.
“Thank you for letting me use your office, and sorry for interrupting you.” I pack up the first aid kit and return it to the bathroom.
“Holly, you’re welcome here whenever you need anything. You know that.” Zac drops his gaze to his computer screen, tapping furiously at the keyboard.
“Well, I appreciate it,” I say. “Let’s go before those two come looking for us again.”
“Thanks, man, I’ll have someone replace your shirt tomorrow,” Theo tells Zac.
“No need. It’s Bray’s.” Zac laughs as we exit the office and make our way towards the club.
ChapterTwenty
“Argh, God, why?” Holly croaks out, her voice hoarse from sleep as she slaps a hand over my chest.
I take hold of her wrist before she hits any higher and lands on my fucking shoulder. That fucker still hurts like hell. But I’ll never admit that to her. It would only cause unnecessary concern. I bring her fingers to my lips and kiss each one. “Is someone maybe regretting the amount of alcohol she consumed last night?” I laugh.
“Shhh, don’t yell. It’s too loud.” She buries her face against me, pulling the blankets up to her chin.
I run a hand over her head, stroking my fingers through her hair. I fucking love her hair. “Dolcezza, want me to get you some Advil or some water maybe?”
“No, don’t move. You’re my pillow. You can’t move.”
“Okay, but you should hop up and eat. Getting some food and some aspirin into you will make you feel ten times better.”
“Oh, God, no!” she groans as she stands and runs to the bathroom. I’m quick to follow. I kneel beside her, pick up her hair, and hold it away from her face as she offers the contents of her stomach to the porcelain gods. After a few minutes, she slumps back and rests against the wall. “Don’t look at me. You should not be seeing me like this. I’m gross. You’re never going to want to have sex with me again. Oh, God, my life is officially over.”
“Holly, there is nothing that would ever make me not want to have sex with you. Trust me on that. I’d still fuck you even if you had an alien tearing its way out of your stomach, looking to bite my dick off.”
She squints her eyes at me in disgust. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”
“It’s a gift. Here, take these.” I hand her two pills and a cup of water. She reaches out with a huff and pops the medication into her mouth, as I run the shower and check the temperature. “Come on, stand up.” Then I gently tug her to her feet, remove her shirt, toss it to the side, and lead her under the water.
“Mmm, that’s good.” My cock jumps at hearing her moan, even if the sound has nothing to do with me and everything to do with the massaging showerhead.
“Tip your head back.” I wet her hair before pulling her back out of the water. Reaching behind her, I squirt her shampoo into my hands and lather it into her scalp.
I should make it a rule that I wash her hair every time we shower. As I’m massaging her roots, she rests her head on my chest and leans into me. “You’re too good to me, T. Why are you so good?”
“You make me want to be good, dolcezza, but you deserve so much more than what I can give you.” I kiss her forehead.
She snorts—yep, snorts. “You have given me everything. And the sex… well, you’re really good at that. Like freakishly good. And you’re always so damn charming. You make my heart swell. I’m proud to be your wife, Theo.”
“Good, because you’re the best fucking wife I’ve ever had.”
“I’m the only wife you’ve ever had, right?”
“Yes, Holly, of course you are.”
“Okay, good.”
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