Page 51 of Diamond Heart


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“Coming, honey bear,” she says sweetly.

Once we’re inside and out of earshot, I put my arm around her, pulling her tight. “All-in-one?” I growl in her ear. “And where were you going with the sock?”

“Just spicing things up, that’s all.” She bats her eyelashes at me. “Oh, don’t get all mad. I didn’t go too far.”

“You made me sound like a serial killer. TV on the floor? One towel?”

“I made you sound like the workaholic you are.”

“My place is nice.”

“Your place was entirely devoid of personality before me.”

“I liked my place before you,” I say through my teeth as we reach our room.

She shrugs, walking over to her bags. “Don’t get mad at me, okay? I’m just selling them on our relationship.”

“By making me look like a moron.”

“By making it look real.” She pulls a bikini from her suitcase and holds it up. “What do you think?”

I stare at her for a long moment.

This fucking girl.

This motherfucking girl.

The bikini is small. It’s white. And she’s going to look absolutely delicious wearing it.

Which makes me hate her even more.

She has no right to look fucking sexy after telling that story.

I walk over, grab the bikini from her hand, and throw it aside.

“Didn’t like it?” she asks, backing off, grinning. “Okay, no need to get mad.”

“I love the bikini,” I say, glaring pure loathing at her. “You are going to look obscene in that fucking thing and I’m half hard thinking about it. But listen to me, Fiona.” I jam a finger in her face. “Stop making me look like a fucking psychopath.”

Her grin gets bigger. “I’m really having fun with our marriage.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Don’t be mad, sweetie.” She knocks my finger away, leans in, and kisses my cheek.

I catch her by the hair. She sucks in a surprised breath as I kiss her hard, teeth biting into her lower lip. She grunts, frustrated, but I hold the kiss. When we break apart, her face is red and her eyes blink rapidly.

“What the fuck was that for?” she hisses.

“Fun,” I say. “Sweetie. Put on the bikini.”

Fuck-ing-hell. I amnotgoing to survive this weekend.

I grab a change of clothes, charge into the bathroom, and slam the door behind me.

Chapter20

Gareth

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