“You’re here. That makes me happy.”
His phone buzzed again.
“That sounds important,” I said when he still didn’t check it.
“It is. It’s bets. But you’re more important.”
And I melted some more. “Handle your work. I swear I’m fine.”
He held me still. “Winslet.”
“Yes?”
“Tell me what to do so that you are fucking smiling again.”
I swallowed.
His phone kept buzzing.
Him naked would make me happy, but he was over here when he had a job to do. No one had made me feel like the most important thing in their life. Until now.
“I am happy you are here. I will be happier if you handle your work.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Fine. Only if we go to the sofa and you sit on my lap while I do it.”
All the girlie parts tingled at that suggestion.
“Okay,” I agreed.
He let go of my chin and took my hand, taking me with him as he pulled his phone out with his other hand. When he got to the sofa, he sat down, then brought me down to him. He was texting or entering something into his phone.
“Where’s your remote?” he asked me.
I leaned forward and picked it up off the coffee table, then handed it to him. He turned it on and found a game, then went back to texting on his phone while glancing up at the game, then back down. I was enjoying watching him. He looked so intent and focused. This was another part of his life I got to see.
I settled back against his chest, and his free hand rested on my thigh.
“Pull your dress up,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
I glanced up at him, and he was still typing and checking the screen.
“Why?” I asked.
His eyes cut to me. “Because I want to play with your pussy.”
He went back to what he was doing while my entire body flushed. I tugged up the dress, lifting my bottom to get it uparound my waist.
“Put your heels on the seat and open your legs.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
His phone rang, and I tried to sit up, but he pulled me back. “Do what I said.”
While he was on the phone?
I looked up at him.
“Please,” he added.