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“Then whose is it?” she demands.
I freeze, unsure what to say.
“Alaric?” she prompts.
“What’s happening?” Zoey asks, looking between us.
Sparing Zoey a reassuring look, I step closer to Layla. “Someone cut themselves at work, and I was helping them. I must have gotten it on my shirt,” I lie blatantly, hating every word that spills from my lips. She frowns, but when Zoey calls for her, she nods and turns away.
I stand at her back, angry at myself and . . . worried for a whole new reason.
I don’t think she believed me.
CHAPTER20
Layla
Istand at the threshold of our bathroom door, watching Alaric shave his stubble clean. I itch to run my tongue up his jaw until my lips crash onto his. Knowing I’m blatantly gawking at him, he throws me a wink, beckoning for me to come closer. Without any hesitation, I hurry toward him, and his arm circles my waist before he perches me on the edge of the marble countertop.
“I wish your bosses didn’t call you into work today,” I complain, pouting like a needy infant who’s frustrated she can’t play with her toys.
“First of all, I’m my own boss. No one orders me to do shit.” He smirks, wiping the rest of his shaving cream off his face with a towel, all while stroking my skin.
“No one?” I arch a mischievous brow, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.
“No one but you,” he whispers on a pained groan as I rub my needy pussy against the bulge that’s currently growing in his pajama pants.
“So if I ordered you to stay home and make love to me all day, you’d obey?”
He begins to slide his hands up my thighs, widening them so I can rub against him better.
“As much as I’d like nothing more than to drop to my knees right now and eat that greedy pussy of yours, I do have some work that needs to be dealt with.”
The frown on my lips is instant.
“Tell you what,” he adds, seeing that my playful disposition is long gone. “It will be Christmas in a few weeks, and we haven’t decorated the house yet. How about I do this one job I need to take care of, and then I come straight home before Zoey gets out of school and we three can go hunting for a Christmas tree.”
“You’re not playing fair,” I mumble, wrapping my arms around him.
“Oh?” He grins widely.
“How can I be upset with you when you say and do all the right things? You make it very hard for me to hold a grudge.”
“The only thing I ever want you to hold is my cock in your mouth, baby girl,” he teases.
I bite my bottom lip, my mouth watering at the idea, when Alaric throws his head back with a deep laugh.
“I’ve created a monster,” he teases, pulling me off the sink and palming my ass as he walks us into the bedroom.
“Are you saying you don’t like knowing that your wife wants you every second of every day? That she misses you terribly when you leave?”
“No, wife. I fucking live to hear you say those words to me,” he croons, laying me on our bed, his strong frame looming over mine. The heat that was in his eyes a second ago has now turned into something sweeter. My breath catches in my throat as he pierces me with those blue eyes of his, and all I see is love swimming in his gaze.
“I love to hear all your words,” he whispers, the faint hint of vulnerability cracking my heart down the middle.
I love you,my heart screams out, but the words remain trapped inside me.
Why don’t I just tell him how I feel? That this is no longer a marriage of convenience, but one I treasure above everything else. Why can’t I tell my husband that I’ve fallen in love with him? Fallen so hard that I can’t imagine a world without his beautiful face.
