Page 29 of Rekindling Desire

“A kiss is inappropriate during discussions of work.”

He shook his head and lowered his voice. “Nothing is inappropriate, Mrs. Sinclair. You’re now officially mine. I reserve the right to kiss you anytime I want.” His hand came to my knee and slid beneath the skirt of the sundress.

Using both hands, I stopped his progress. “Damien.”

His smile quirked. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” I said in exasperation. “How could I be thinking of anything else?”

“Name the companies in the coalition.”

I shook my head. “What is this, a quiz?”

“Name the companies.”

Fine. I rattled off the list, “Sinclair, Wade, Broche, Moon, Perry, Holston, and McCree.”

“What is the goal of the campaign?”

“To increase awareness of said companies among medical facilities in exchange for the coalition’s support of Beta Kappa Phi.”

Damien sat back with a sigh. “Ella, you’re naturally amazing. I hadn’t thought about you addressing the executive board before, but even if I didn’t mention it until the meeting, you could still pull a presentation out of your sexy ass.”

Turning toward the windows, I reflected on what he’d just done. Admittedly, I felt better about the board meeting than I had a few minutes ago. I turned back. “Speaking of asses, you can be a real pain in it sometimes.”

“Be careful, Mrs. Sinclair. I’m once again imagining my handprint on yours.”

I shouldn’t let his sex-laden comments get to me. I shouldn’t be as easily distracted by the twinkle in his navy orbs, the possessiveness of his kiss, or the thoughts of the pleasure from the sting of his hand.

A sane woman would put a stop to his ways.

It was official: my sanity disappeared the moment I announced our engagement.

Our driver continued his silence as he navigated traffic, taking the familiar intrastate toward Carmel.

“Where are we going?” I asked, knowing I wanted to go to my house.

“First stop is our place.”

I scoffed. “Not narrowing it down.”

“My place. It’s pretty much as you remember it. I’m going to pack a few days’ worth of clothes and grab a few things from my office.” He lowered his volume. “And then the next stop is our place, formerly yours, where I’ll get to see my two favorite pussies.”

Shaking my head, I grinned. “Duchess will be happy to see you.”

“What about my other favorite pussy?”

“Oh, you know…trying to keep up with your insatiable hunger.”

He lifted my hand, entwining our fingers. “It is, after all, our honeymoon.”

Once we pulled up into the driveway of Damien’s house, I was struck with the realization we were married. A little late, I was aware. It was seeing his massive home that made the marriage real.

Stepping out to the pavers, I stared up at the beautiful house located in a prestigious small subdivision. I remembered when he bought the house. With four bedrooms and six bathrooms, it seemed huge—too much house for one man.

The driver helped Damien with our luggage, getting it inside the three-car garage before bidding us goodbye. We’d discussed earlier how Damien would drive us to my place.

“I’m surprised you’ve kept this big house,” I said as he opened the door leading into the massive kitchen. “I don’t think of you as someone who enjoys lawn care.”

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