Page 123 of Be My Wife

He nods. His forehead brushes mine with the movement.

I sigh happily. “Good.”

“You like that?”

“I get to watch you all day. What’s not to like?”

He smirks.

The elevator dings, opening up to the right floor.

Brogan reaches out. Punches a button.

The door closes and heads up to the penthouse again.

I laugh. “Brogan, you can’t keep doing that. I have to go to work eventually.”

“You’re lucky I’m not taking you back to our room,” he says.

Our room.

It’s ours.

His and mine.

A giddy feeling stirs in my chest.

His answering smirk tells me I’m not being subtle.

Not that I care.

Last night changed things.

Changed us.

It’s more than our insatiable need for each other, which a morning round and a quick shower that turned into a long, steamy love-fest failed to curb.

It’s something inside Brogan.

He’s lighter, I think.

Like he’s made a decision that he’s grudgingly pleased with. I wish he’d tell me about it instead of stripping me naked at every turn but, since I very much enjoy when Brogan unclothes me, I’m not going to complain.

Yet.

Soon though.

We’ll talk about it eventually.

Maybe tonight.

No, not tonight.

Tonight, I want him again.

And this time, I’ll be prepared.

No cotton panties for me.

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