Page 55 of Truth
“No, it’s the opposite. I love it. But I’m just curious.”
Holding his thumb down on my wrist for a moment, his eyes meet mine. “You feel that? It’s your heartbeat. I like placing my kisses there; I hope they travel all the way to your heart.”
I scramble to his side of the car and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him hard. “Who knew my big bad alpha husband could say things that knock me right on my ass. How long has it been since I said I love you?”
“Hmmm, about ten minutes. You’re heartless.”
I kiss him again between love yous, then retreating from my assault, I add seductively, “I’m sorry. Never again, my King.” I grind a little into him to relay my apology more.
“I like that…way too much.” I can’t tell if he means the nickname or the friction.
“Kiss me. King.” His name comes out in a moan.
“Where?” he breathes into my neck. Jesus, he will be the death of me. All my parts are begging for attention. I open my mouth to speak, but he interrupts me.
“Too late, gorgeous. We’re here.” He pats my ass to get me moving, and I begrudgingly climb off his lap. He exits the car first, taking a call as he gets out.
“Ma’am.” My attention shoots to George’s smiling face. He makes himself so invisible I keep forgetting he’s around.
“Yes,” I answer, curious why he’s asked for my attention so formally.
“Congratulations. I couldn’t help but overhear.” He tips his hat to me.
“Thank you, but make sure to call me Drew…I’m not old enough for ma’am yet.” His laugh echoes through the car as my door is opened, and I’m offered my husband’s hand and his curious stare.
“What’s funny?”
“None of your business.” I fall into step with him as we walk into the building together past the glass-walled architecture.
“Have it your way.” He motions to his right to a bank of doors. “This way.” I pivot to look in the direction he’s leading me, and I get a glimpse of us in a tinted panel. My heart stops for a moment.
“Somebody pinch me,” I whisper to myself.
“Later,” he whispers back into my ear. Fuck, I’m wet.
Inside the offices, few lights are on, but King seems to know where we are going, so I follow giddily. We stop every three feet for him to pull me into another dark corner, taking advantage of the anonymity, letting our hands roam and kisses grow wild before he pulls me away to try and make it the rest of the distance.
We make it to the end of the hall, and he pulls me taut to his body, one armed wrapped around my waist, my hands resting on his chest. He touches his lips to mine so light I almost don’t feel it. “What’s mine is yours; sign, don’t sign. It makes no difference to me.”
“I love you.”
“You said that already.” His cocky grin complements the twinkle in his eye. Giving the door a rap, he pushes it open with force, allowing me to enter first, except when I walk through the door, the sight of a face stops me in my tracks.
“Drew?”
“Nick.”
King’s hand slides across my back, his fingers curling around my waist cementing me to his side. His touch reminds me to breathe. I take a deep breath and look at King. “It seems your law offices now employ my ex.”
King’s face is fixed on mine. Past the smile and the polite sentiments, he’s looking to see how I’m truly feeling. “Strange, I’ve never met…name?” The commanding tone makes my breath hitch, but I look to Nick to see him looking incredibly nervous.
Suits you right, asshole.
“Drew, what’s going on? Why are you here with Mr. King?” He seems genuinely confused.
“I asked for your name.” King’s voice becomes darker, more serious. “I see you know exactly who I am. Then you’ll know that making me wait for my answer isn’t in your best interest.”
Nick adjusts his suit jacket, giving away how afraid he is in this moment.Who exactly is my husband? The thought intrigues me more than it probably should.
