Page 57 of Broken

“You need actual food.”

He slips his hand into my pajama pants. “I’ll order us some takeout.”

I arch into the pleasure of his fingers between my thighs. “I can cook us something.”

He presses his lips against my ear. “I’d rather you spend the next half hour doing something else, corazón.”

“Well, if you insist, Mr. James, sir.”

He smiles against my skin. “That reminds me, we have an event to attend Saturday night.”

Heat coils in my core as he continues toying with me. We’ve spent most of the two months since we got married in our own little cocoon, outside of work at least. I’ve been grateful for that, but there’s no escaping who Nathan is and the circles he moves in forever. I knew this was going to be a part of our life at some point. “What event?”

“Some fancy dinner for my father’s company. It’s an investor thing, but he wants us there.”

He slides a finger inside me, and I moan. “O-okay.”

“Will you let me choose your dress?”

I narrow my eyes, trying my best to look indignant but probably failing miserably in my distracted state. “Why, you don’t trust me to choose something appropriately fancy?”

“I trust you.” He adds a second finger, and I have to wrap my arms around his neck to stop myself from falling off the stool with the rush of pleasure that engulfs me. “But I want to look at your ass all night in a dress I chose for you.” He slides his fingers out of me and sucks them clean. “So?”

I bite my lip. “Okay.”

“Good.” Lifting me by my hips, he wraps my legs around his waist and carries me to the bedroom. “I’m going to fuck that sass right out of you one of these days, corazón.”

“You need to order dinner first.” I flash him a wicked grin.

He keeps one arm under my ass and pulls his phone from his pocket with his free hand. “I can multitask.”

“You’re so clever,” I purr.

He shakes his head, his eyes burning into mine. “You’re about to be so fucked.”

“Oh, I know.”

Chapter

Thirty-One

MELANIE

“Have I told you that you look stunning tonight, Mrs. James?” Nathan hands me a glass of champagne, and my cheeks flush pink at his praise. He told me before we left the penthouse, but I could listen to this man tell me how good I look all day, every day.

“Thank you.” I flutter my eyelashes and run my free hand over his lapel. “I have to step up my game to have even a chance of competing with you in this tux, Mr. James.”

His deep brown eyes narrow, and I feel like he’s an apex predator and I’m his prey. Moving behind me, he glides one hand to the small of my back, then rests it on my hip. The other hand splays flat against my abdomen and pulls me closer. He places his sinful lips close to my ear, and his warm breath sends a shiver of pleasure down the length of my spine. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he kisses my neck. “You’re doing such a good job of playing the perfect wife, Mel, but I hope you knowthat I’m going to fuck you like my perfect little whore as soon as I get you alone.”

I blink at him in shock. Did he really just call me a—

“Nathan.” A female voice cuts off the retort balanced on my lips. “It’s so wonderful to see you.”

Nathan holds his hand out in greeting to the older lady, leaving me missing the warmth of his touch. “Mrs. Gregory. It’s always a pleasure. Have you met my wife, Melanie?”

I smile sweetly, playing the part of the devoted wife as I glance between him and the smiling lady with the white hair. She looks at the pair of us like we’re royalty, or at least a celeb power couple. How smoothly he transitions from a filthy-mouthed deviant to the respectable Nathan James. It’s astonishing.

“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.” Mrs. Gregory offers me her hand. “And haven’t I told you about calling me Elena? Mrs. Gregory makes me feel so old.”

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