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So he hasn’t lost his smooth talking skills. Good for him. I ignore his remark when he reaches the elevator and we step inside. Our fingers touch when we go for the button at the same time and a zap goes straight to my clit.
Electricity cackles between us and I finally find one thing I hate about my building. The elevator is too compact and it only constricts when people enter from the next floor, pushing my back against his hard chest.
My eyelids fall close at the contact and when I try to move forward, both his arms lock around my waist and trap me between his thighs. I can feel his thick andhardcock digging into my lower back.
Deprived of any sexual touch, especially his, since I left him, every nerve ending in my body lights up and I all but forget I’m supposed to be resisting him. The feel of him turned on because of one small touch has me grinding my ass against his dick. We’re in the corner in the back, with no one paying attention to us, which makes me feel bold.
I slow grind once and before a moan can slip out, one of his hands travels lightning fast and covers my mouth, swallowing the sound.
His breath teases my ear as he bends and growls, “Behave.”
The one domineering word throws a bucket of cold water all over my arousal. Once I’m aware of my momentary lapse in judgment, I go still. Thankfully, the elevator stops and people step out. My panic recedes.
Damn it. I fucked up by hiring him.
“Don’t,” he warns, caging me in and staring down at me. “Don’t fight us. Hate me, curse at me, fight with me, but don’t ever pull away from me, kitten.” His voice turns thick with emotion when he says the last part. The desperation and fear creeping in his tone makes me pause.
I don’t owe him anything but the vulnerability has me whispering, “Okay.”
His eyes drop close as he exhales roughly. When they open, some of the anxiety eases. “I know I broke your trust and I don’t expect you to forgive me so easily or anytime soon. So put me through hell, make me beg, and take all the time you need, but please come back to me. I’ve been lost, only drifting aimlessly since you left. I don’t want to feel lost again.”
“What if I can never forgive you?”
“The day we married, you became mine for seven lifetimes, kitten,” he murmurs, running his knuckle down my cheek. “So I have all the time in the world.”
The conviction and promise in his tone causes the first crack in the walls around my heart. Now, I’m not sure who will prove the other wrong but one thing is certain… he’s a step ahead.
Chapter Sixty-nine
BIANCA
He fixed the damn copier.
Apparently, his touch is like fairy dust. Everything turns pretty and functioning.
All my devious plans to make his life just a bit hellish in the last two weeks have been met with sinful defeat. I can’t even fire him because he is actually pretty good at being my assistant. Okay, I’m lying. He’s better than good. He’s perfect.
Just having him take most of my day-to-day burdens has made my life a whole lot smoother. The first week itself, he organized all my files, set up my website that I had almost given up on, and sorted out my calendar so I don’t over exert myself. If I thought he would find this position beneath him, he proved me wrong.
I hate how easily he has made himself at home in my life again.
Everywhere I turn, he is there.
Ever since his return, I’ve not worked even a minute late, which hasn’t gone unnoticed by Shammi. And let me tell you, he hasn’t missedanything.
Like how Dash and I arrive at the office together, even if in separate cars.
That I stare and drool over him when he isn’t looking.
Or the way Dash is constantly and protectively by my side like my personal shadow.
Questions swirl in Shammi’s perceptive eyes and I know he’s waiting for the perfect moment to bombard me with them. And that’s tonight at dinner at our favorite restaurant. I can’t cancel because he will know something is up. I also desperately need someone to talk to because I’m losing my mind.
My head and heart are at war.
Ever since my last talk with Dash, he has been patient like a saint—a quality I didn’t expect from him. He’s still possessive and protective in the little things he does as he takes care of me. Like nothing has changed between us at all. But I notice small changes that are bringing my guard down around him.
When I was married to him, there was a mysterious air cloaking him. An invisible wall buried deep beneath his other layers. A burden he seemed to carry. However, they don’t exist anymore.
