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Her eyes flicked to mine, and for the first time that morning, uncertainty clouded them. She furrowed her brow. “I don’t want to impose.”
I shifted her from my thigh until she straddled me, so I could look her in the eye. I cupped her face in my palms. “Ginevra, you are not an imposition. You are my fucking wife, and I am going to take care of you. Tell me what you goddamned need.” When she flinched, I regretted the force of my words, but not that I’d uttered them.
“Why don’t I bring you lunch and we’ll eat at your desk, together?”
She looked at me through long lashes. “You’re going to bring me something healthy, aren’t you?”
I laughed. “Yes, love, I am absolutely going to bring you a healthy lunch. With plenty of nutrients, so you have the energy you need to focus on taking care of yourself.”
She dropped against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and settling into a hug. I ignored the pressure of her core against my cock, focusing on the feel of her soft skin against mine and the silk of her hair as it blew across my hands.
“C’mon, let me throw a shirt on. I’ll take you to work.”
The receptionistI met at the entrance to Ginevra’s floor wasn’t sure what to do with me. I was out of place in jeans and my leather bike jacket, with my helmet slung over one arm, and a bag full of takeout in my other hand. “Cormac Wallace,” I introduced myself. “I’m one of Ginevra Russo’s spouses.”
The woman’s eyes grew large as she took me in. I raised an eyebrow. “Would you let her know I’m here and point me to her office?”
She didn’t take her eye off me as she dialed. “Rasmita? Cormac Wallace is here for the boss.” She nodded, then hung up. “I’ll walk you back.”
I followed the petite woman through the open plan office, full of lively people chatting and peeking at each other's screens and laughing, nothing like the image of silently industrious productivity I expected. Their eyes followed me as I made my way to Ginevra’s office. The receptionist stopped so abruptly I almost slammed into her.
Through the big glass windows separating her office from the rest of the floor, I watched a man lean over Ginevra, his hand on the back of her chair as he pointed at something on her screen. I reminded myself that I didn’t have the same terrifying reputation in LA as I did in Yorkfield. Although, the way the woman behind the desk outside Ginevra’s office glowered at me, perhaps I had some clean-up to do on that front.
“Rasmita? This is Cormac Wallace,” the tiny receptionist squeaked before fleeing back to her safe desk in front of the elevator bank.
Rasmita was made of sterner stuff. She looked me up and down, unimpressed. “Ginevra’s busy. You can wait here, if you like.” She gestured to a set of arm chairs against the wall, out of view of the noisy bank of programmers, but where she could keep an eye on me. And where I could keep an eye on the man taking up Ginevra’s space like he owned it.
I grinned. “Nice to meet you. I’m happy to wait.”
A few minutes later, the man slipped out of the office. “She’s back on her game,” he murmured to Rasmita. “Wouldn’t give me an inch on that deadline.”
Rasmita’s eyes flicked to me, then back to him. Did I imagine a thaw in her demeanor? Perhaps. “You shouldn’t have been pushing the deadline anyway,” she answered as she stood, forcing him to step away from her desk.
She nodded to me. “Mr. Wallace, she’s expecting you.”
Ginevra met my eyes through the glass, and her smile fucking melted the ice I’d been holding inside of me since she left us two weeks ago. She stood to meet me at the door.
“Rasmita, I’d like to introduce my—” She paused.
“We’re calling ourselves your brother-husbands these days.”
Ginevra burst into laughter. “Are you serious?”
“As death,” I answered with a completely straight face. Her laugh floated through the large room, and it was as if every single employee sighed with quiet relief, releasing a tension I didn’t realize they’d been holding.
“Rasmita, allow me to introduce Cormac Wallace, one of my three brother-husbands.”
Rasmita cracked a smile, then immediately suppressed it. “The pleasure is mine, Mr. Wallace.”
Ginevra grabbed my hand and dragged me into the office. “Rasmita makes this entire place work. She’s the only reason the lights are still on after the disastrous couple of weeks we’ve had.”
I looked at my wife with concern.My wife.God, that thought was satisfying. “What do you mean, disastrous?”
She closed the door behind me and gestured for me to sit on the couch that faced her desk. She leaned over me to close the blinds, and I inhaled her scent. Instantly hard, I ran my fingers up her sides until I settled my hands around her waist.
Ginevra looked down at me with amusement. To my shock, relief coursed through me at the laughter in her eyes. I dragged her down onto my lap and brushed my lips over hers. “I missed you.”
Her gaze darkened. “You mean you missed fucking me.”
