Page 47 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

Chapter 24

Ryan

"I'm going into work today." I was sick and tired of doing nothing but laying around, watching TV, eating and sleeping. I expected a fight from Marcus but when I didn't hear anything, I looked over at him. He had stopped in the middle of putting on his shirt.

"Do you think that's wise?"

I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"If I didn't think it was wise, I wouldn't do it. I'm going to be at work sitting down. If my shoulder hurts too bad, which I don't think it will, and if my ribs suddenly bust apart and break, which I don't think they will, or if my jaw suddenly unhinges and falls out, which I don't think it will, there'll be people around to help me." I shouldn't have mocked him, but I seriously needed to get the hell out of here and back to work. Just laying around reminded me of why I was laying around in the first place. "I know you're concerned. I'm really glad you are. I love it that you're so protective of me, but just sitting here reminds me of the reasonwhyI'm sitting here."

I lifted up the covers and got out of bed. I was going to start tearing up, so I tried to get to the bathroom fast.

"Hey." Marcus grabbed my arm, stopping me. I turned to him as he put his hands on my arms, his searching gaze full of love and worry. "You went through a hell of a lot. I just want to make sure you're not pushing yourself too soon. I don't want you to end up making your injuries worse."

I'd give Marcus a kiss except I had morning dragon breath, so I pecked him on the cheek.

"Thank you." I turned before he could smell my breath and continued to the bathroom. I got in the shower before I realized that I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to get to work today. I had never gone to work from Marcus's penthouse before. Marcus would be driven to work by Bill, so would I take the subway? A cab? An Uber? I knew one thing for sure- that there was no way we could get to work in the same car. Not unless we wanted our little surprise to be sprung. And frankly, I wanted to keep our relationship and our marriage a secret for as long as possible. I didn't want to be treated any differently.

I should probably let Marcus know that. That would probably be a good thing before he decides to pop champagne and make a big announcement today by bending me backwards over his arm and kissing the hell out of me in front everyone. I could see him doing that too. I wouldn't really mind it happening, just maybe not quite yet.

I wrapped a towel around my hips after drying my hair and went into the bedroom. He wasn't there. I walked down the hall and found him in the kitchen, downing some coffee.

"Hey, we haven't talked about keeping our relationship under wraps at work. I'd like to keep it quiet because I don't want to be treated any differently. Plus, I mean, it's going to be weird what people are going to say with me working for you."

Marcus walked over, running his eyes over my chest. He stuck two fingers in the top of my towel. One little tug and it would fall down. "I can't touch you because you'll get me all wet, but I sure as hell wish I didn't have anything planned for today. I'd put you right back in our bed and show you all the fantasies I've had about us. I've had a few fantasies about you being my subordinate at work."

Oh my. He smirked and kissed me, bending forward careful to not get his clothes wet.

"That was a hell of a distraction. But really, I don't want to be treated any differently at work. I would like to just be paralegal Ryan instead of Mr. Sutton's husband for as long as possible. What do you think?" I really hoped Marcus went for this.

Marcus narrowed his eyes, but he wasn't chewing on the inside of his cheek, which meant he wasn't doing any heavy-duty thinking. Plus with that gleam in his eye, honestly I was getting concerned about what crazy idea he was cooking up in that head of his. "So at work, we pretend that we're not in a relationship? You're not my husband? I'm not supposed to be flirting, or rubbing my hands over you as I pass?" Oh my God. Yeah, I might've said the wrong thing to him. I think he was going to run with this and have entirely too much fun at my expense, especially with the fact that I blushed easily.

Marcus smirked and winked. "Sure, we can keep it a secret. Then maybe we can play out all those fantasies I've had about bending my subordinate omega paralegal over my desk in my office. Or how about the ones where you need a ride home and I so helpfully give you a ride. Or the ones where-" If he told me about any more of those damn fantasies, we weren't ever going to leave this place today. Plus my towel was sticking straight out, he had me so turned on.

"Okay, okay, okay. You win. You can have your fun for a bit with me being the hot paralegal you can't have," I winked, "and then we can announce it when you feel it's right."

"Damn right we will. I'm not going to have you wandering around pregnant with my kid and have people making up rumors about you being pregnant and unmarried. There's no way in hell I'm going to let that happen."

Oh yeah. I had forgotten about how that would probably happen. "I need your ring size too. I'm going to buy our wedding rings and," with a quick glance at the clock, "I need to get going."

"How am I going to get to work today? I haven't taken the subway from here before-"

"You're not going to. Bill can drop me off and then come back and get you."

"In this traffic? Are you crazy? Let me just throw some clothes on real quick and I'll go to work with you. He can let me off half a block before the building. Then I can stop at that one bagel place and get some food on my way to work." I could tell Marcus wasn't too happy with the idea of me walking anywhere, especially after the kidnapping. I couldn't think of any other way this was going to work, though. Plus, a breakfast bagel with coffee sounded great.

"I'm nervous about you walking that far-"

"It's half a block!"

"Without anyone watching you, but there'll be other people around, so you'll probably be okay. Get dressed and then you can buy breakfast for the both of us."

Oh sure, leave poor little me doing the dirty work. Of course it was my idea, but whatever. I turned around and jumped when Marcus smacked my ass. "Get going before I decide to come back there and help you dress." I walked down the hall, but not before I had the last word.

"If you came back to help me dress, neither one of us is going to make it to work." God, we were so domesticated already. As I quickly dressed in my new paternity clothes, I wondered how Lance was doing. He hated to be by himself and I was worried for him. I almost worried enough to ask Marcus if Lance could move into the spare bedroom here, but that would be a really bad idea. I'd have to give Lance a call today to see how he was doing.

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