Page 76 of One Wealthy Wedding

I should drag her out of this party so that Grant can never speak to her again. He’s too pretty. My arms go around her waist, and I pull her back into my chest. She fits me. Her head under my chin, her hair tickling my jaw, her waist under my hands, all smooth skin and neat curves. She’s mine. I give him a look that says back the fuck off.

“Your wife is really smart,” Grant says mildly.

“That’s why I married her,” I say, unable to keep the annoyed edge from my voice.

Grant Dawson thinks she’s smart. Have I ever told her she’s smart? No, I told her I couldn’t see her running a company, and now she hates me for it.

“Come with me,” I say in her ear. Cat shivers, but she lets me lead her through the water to the edge of the pool, where no one can overhear us. I back her against the wall, my heart pounding, my head swimming.

“What is this, Theo? I was talking to him.”

Her eyes drift down my body, and I want to flex. Grant Dawson might be a pretty boy pro hockey player with all his teeth, but I’ve never had any complaints. I’m good in bed and rich as fuck. None of it seems to matter to Cat.

I can’t have her, but I crave her approval like I’m a teenager again.

Her lips are parted and her eyes are wide. Tendrils of her dark hair are damp and curling. Her skin is luminous in the moonlight.

“He was hitting on you.” My voice comes out rough.

She narrows her eyes. Fuck, I love when she does that. She doesn’t do that with anyone else.

“So?”

“What were you talking to him about?”

“None of your business.” She looks so irritated at me, with her pink cheeks and the set of her mouth.

My chest is rising and falling with frustration. I’ve never been able to have Cat. She’s always been forbidden. For all of our closeness and the secrets we’ve shared, she’s never been a possibility.

And now Grant can hit on her, and we’re going to be divorced, and she could be with him. He would call her smart, and he would know, because he went to fucking Harvard, while I went to state school. He’s probably good enough for her, because he might look like a player, but he isn’t one, and I am.

“Were you talking to him about the list?” The list is ours, but I know she has another side to it, and who the fuck is she planning to do those items with?

“What?” Cat wrinkles her brow. “No.”

“You sure?”

“You’re being an asshole, Theo.”

I am. I so am, but I can’t stop.

I make a low noise in my throat. “I know there’s another side, Cat.”

Her eyes flare with surprise. “How?”

“I saw it.” I run a hand through my hair. “A little piece of the paper tore off in my hand.”

“And you think I’d do those things with him?” She raises a brow.

“Would you?” Jealousy is the devil on my shoulder, whipping me into a frenzy.

“Maybe I would.” She throws her hands up. “Why the hell not? Especially since I might drown my darling husband in his own pool.” She bares her teeth.

“You’ll have to divorce me first.”

“Excuse me?” She looks homicidal.

“If you want to do those things with another man, you’ll have to divorce me first.” I’m acting like a caveman, but I can’t help it. In my head, Grant is telling Cat that she’s smart and mysterious and sexy and offering to buy her lingerie and whatever other depraved things are on the list.

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