Page 98 of Say I Do

“Harlow.”

“Close but not quite.”

Water splattered everywhere, quickly making a mess. I accidentally sprayed it all over, knocking stuff off the counters. Benito moved forward, getting more water in the face as he charged at me. We ended up in the shower, my back pressed against the stone wall. I clutched the shower head and kept it aimed at Benito even as water splashed in my face.

Benito reached over and shut off the water. He was soaking wet and angry. His hair fell forward and was plastered to his forehead, making his already dark eyes even more intense.

“What is wrong with you?” Benito’s hand went around my neck as he pinned me against the wall.

“I’d tell you to think about it, but your head is so far up your own ass you wouldn’t be able to figure it out.”

“So you waterboard me!” he growled. “I don’t have time for this shit.” Benito’s hand slipped free of my neck, and it only pissed me off more.

Fucking asshole.

I reached for the knob, and Benito slapped my hand away. “Don’t.”

“You don’t have time for me?”

“That’s not what I said.” Benito pinched the bridge of his nose.

It didn’t matter that we’d just woken up; he looked exhausted. A part of me wanted to go to him.And do what?My comforting skills were shit, but I wanted to try for Benito. Fucking asshole didn’t deserve it, but I couldn’t squash the need to go to him.

“You wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain it.”

Great, now I’m stupid.

Benito looked at me and groaned. “I can tell you’re taking it the wrong way. I take care of everything. It’s what I do for this family.”

“Look, I don’t give a damn about what you’re used to. Or that you’re the big bad boss.” I dropped the shower head and moved closer to Benito. “We’re married. Don’t shut me out and treat me like some damn air-headed accessory.”

Benito’s brows furrowed. “That wasn’t—”

“It was.” I shoved him against the glass wall, surprised it hadn’t broken. “You dismissed me the moment I asked what was wrong.”

Benito blinked at me as if he hadn’t noticed. “I—”

“You’re the head of your family, and you take care of what needs to be taken care of. Yeah, yeah. I don’t care.” My heart raced as I continued to talk. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. I should have been nothing more than an accessory. Nowhere in the contract did it state I needed to help Benito with his family or anything. At most, I was to smile at events and make his public profile scream happy family man. “I’m your husband. Your problems are mine. Stop carrying everything alone. You ha— You have me now.”

I was going to puke all over the shower any second now.What the fuck is wrong with me?

I slapped my hand over Benito’s mouth before he could say something that would either piss me off more or make me stab him.

“All I need from you is a head nod or an ‘of course, honey, you’re always right. In fact, you are so right. I’ll get on my knees right now and suck your cock’ would work best.”

Benito’s brows furrowed, but there was a lightness to his gaze. Warmth swiped over my palm as Benito nipped and licked it. He pulled my hand down. “Harlow—”

“You’re fucking up already.”

He dragged me close and kissed me. It was probably the first right thing he did since waking up. I shouldn’t give in, but it was impossible to fight back when every single time we kissed, it was like my body was engulfed in flames. I groaned against his lips, opening and begging for more within seconds. I’d be ashamed if I wasn’t drowning in pleasure.

Our kiss tapered off too quickly. It took everything in me not to chase him for more.

“So, about morning head.”

Benito tucked some of my wet hair behind my ear. His fingertips brushed along the shell of it, sending sparks of need dancing all over my body.How in the fuck does he do it? How does he make me need him with a simple touch?

His phone rang, ruining the moment. Benito glanced behind him and sighed. I grabbed him before he could leave the shower.

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