Page 47 of Sweet Conviction

"You're supposed to open it to find out," I chuckle.

She eyes me suspiciously before ripping into the gift wrap. Popping open the lid, she frowns. "A key? Dalton, I don't..."

"That's the key to your new office."

She blinks up at me, confusion in her eyes.

I kneel in front of her, sliding my hands up her thighs. "You fucking hate flying back and forth. I fucking hate flying back and forth. It's not feasible anymore with the baby, Tempest. We can't spend half the time here and half the time there. So we're not doing that shit anymore. You're moving into my building."

"You want to merge?" Her brow furrows, but there's a hopeful note in her voice that tells me I'm on the right track.

"That's your decision, baby. But you don't have to be in Los Angeles to oversee Evernight. You have the right people in place. The framework is there. You can oversee everything from here."

We'll have to fly back occasionally. There's no avoiding that. But it doesn't have to be the constant back and forth that's defined the last year. We don’t have to split our time betweenNashville and LA anymore. And I know she’d rather be here than there full time. She’s told me as much a dozen times over the last year. She loves it here. She loves Gramps and Lena and the life we’ve built here. Nashville is home to her now, pulsing in her blood just like it does in mine.

"Say yes, wife," I breathe, inching my hands higher up her perfect thighs.

She bites her lip, thoughts visibly racing behind her eyes. "Okay," she says slowly. "On one condition."

"What? Name it." Anything she wants, I’ll give her. Literally fucking anything. I’d walk through fire for this woman.

"We share an office."

A slow grin spreads across my face as I nudge her legs apart. "You want to be in the same office with me all day, every day? For the rest of your life?"

"Yes," she moans, arching beneath my hands.

"Oh, fuck yeah." I surge up to claim her mouth, swallowing her gasp.

What I don't mention is that I've already moved my shit into the new office. She'll figure that part out later.

Much, much later, if I have anything to say about it.

I have other plans for my wife right now. The kind that involves her naked, saying my favorite fucking word until she's screaming my name…

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