Page 58 of What About Now

Lifting my head, I find he’s already peering down at me. “Will you—” I pause and lick my lips. I’m nervous, but I know I don’t need to be. He’s already agreed to come with me, but still saying the words causes anxiety to spike inside of me. “Will you come to an appointment with me?” I close my eyes, not wanting to see his reaction.

“Open those beautiful green eyes, wife,” he murmurs.

I do and see him wearing a soft smile. “There is nothing you could ask of me that I’d say no to. Well, one thing, but I hope I never hear those words out of your mouth.”

“Now, I’m curious.” I chuckle, grateful for the break in the heavy.

“TheDword, baby.”

“Dick?” I blurt, and his body shakes with laughter. I know that’s not what he meant, but I love to see his smile and the way his eyes crinkle in the corners.

He grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me. On instinct, I wrap my arms and legs around him. “Divorce,” he says, leaning in close. “You want my dick, baby?” he asks as he trails kisses up my neck.

“That totally backfired.” I tilt my head to give him better access.

“Everything I am is yours,” he says, nipping at my ear.

“Kiss me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His lips find mine, and just as with every kiss before this one, I melt into him. He squeezes my ass and moans when I rock my hips. I can feel his solid length beneath his jeans, nestled between my thighs. My leggings are doing nothing to hide how hard he is, and it’s exhilarating to know it’s because of me.

This sexy, amazing man wants me.

“Brogan,” he murmurs against my lips. “Baby, we need to stop.”

“Don’t wanna,” I say, kissing him again. He moves to the desk, placing me on it, before kissing me softly, and pulling back. He rests his hands on my cheeks and stares down at me, panting.

“This, remember how you feel right this minute, because when I get you home, we’re picking this up again. If our family was not minutes away from walking in on us, baby, I’d have you stripped and laid out on my table so I can take my time tasting every inch of you.”

“I’ll remember,” I assure him, just as someone calls out, “Marco,” making us both laugh.

“That’s Lachlan.” Maddox chuckles. He kisses me one more time before lifting me from the desk and stepping away. He gives me a heated look as Lachlan appears in the doorway.

“Anyone else here?” he asks.

Maddox turns to answer him and Lachlan places his hands over his eyes. “Dude, put that thing away. Warn a guy, why don’t you?” he says, roaring with laughter.

“You’ve seen my wife, right?” Maddox asks.

My face heats, but I’m also laughing. I love the way he and his friends are so close.

“I’ve seen her. Brogan, sweetheart, if you want to know what a real man—” he starts, but Maddox interrupts him.

“Out. Get the fuck out of here,” he says, humor and something else in his tone.

“You know where to find me, Brogan.”

“My wife!” Maddox calls out as Lachlan’s laughter trails behind him down the hall.

I move to stand next to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Mine,” he says, kissing me again.

“He was messing with you.”

“I know. He’d never, you’d never, but fuck, I hate even the thought of another man touching you.”

My heart dances in my chest. Not a single day has gone by where he’s not said something that didn’t make me melt for him. I need to talk to my sister, or Emerson and Monroe. Surely, that’s not normal? But when I look for signs that he’s not sincere, I don't find any. Am I blinded by wanting him?

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