I marched to the car and flung the door open, not waiting for him to get it for me like he always did, and flinched when he shut it hard after I’d gotten in.
He turned to me when he climbed into the driver’s side. “Macy—”
“Just drive.” My voice broke and a tear slid down my cheek.
“Shit, angel,” Rhys hissed.
“No,” I ground out. “I want to have this talk at your place.”
“At our place. Our home,” he corrected.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Our home.”
As he started up the engine and pulled away from the curb, I turned towards the window and stared out, watching another tear trail down my cheek. It hurt, thinking about how I’d come to view his house as my home. Depending on how our conversation went, I might not feel the same way about his house by the end of the night. The pain was almost overwhelming as I sat there, silently crying the whole drive.
When he pulled into the driveway, I didn’t even wait for him to cut the engine off before I ripped off my seatbelt and flung my door open. I heard his footsteps behind me as I raced into the house, near desperate for the privacy and comfort the house offered.
“Why did you do it?” I cried out as soon as the door shut behind us.
“Bedroom,” he growled, stripping of his clothes as he walked away from me.
“What the hell?” I grumbled, following after him.
“You wanted to have this conversation in our home, and I let you have that—stuck listening to you crying without being able to do anything about it.”
Shit, so much for thinking I was doing it silently.
“You got what you wanted. We’re going to talk about this at home, in our fucking bed.”
“But—”
“Don’t,” he hissed. “I get that I fucked up and need to explain to you what happened with Kassidy and Harbor House. But you’re mine, and this shit isn’t going to change that. Nothing ever will.”
There was vulnerability and pain in his voice, almost as much as I was feeling. It made me pause, reminded me what was at stake. I was willing to bend, but only a little. Toeing off my shoes, I sat on the edge of the mattress. “Fine. I’m on the bed. But I’m not getting naked.” Because if I did, I knew exactly how this conversation would go—and there wouldn’t be a whole lot of words involved.
“I can live with that. For now.”
“Then answer my question,” I demanded.
He plopped down next to me, sighing heavily. “Because I fucking hate the idea of you working at Dirty Players. Of douchebags thinking you’re fair game because of it when you’re mine. Of not being there to protect you while you’re working.”
“I know you hate it, but the job there is only temporary until I get a—”
“Publishing deal,” he finished for me.
“One that I earned, though.” My voice cracked in the middle. I’d been so proud of myself when I opened that email, and it was devastating to know I hadn’t earned that offer because of my talent.
“You did,” he vowed. “Kassidy’s my friend, but she would never have pushed for the deal they offered you unless she loved your book as much as I did.”
“You really loved it?” Gah! I sounded so insecure, but when it came to my writing that was exactly what I was in some ways.
“Yes, angel. So did Harbor House.” He moved away from me, grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled his phone out of the pocket. “And I can prove it to you.”
He jabbed his finger at the screen and the sound of it ringing on the other end filled the air.
“Hey, Peanut Buttercup! Did your girl tell you the news?”
“Peanut Buttercup?” I mouthed at him.
He grimaced and shook his head. If it had been under any other circumstances, I would have joked about his friend’s play on his name. But we had serious stuff to work out. There was definitely a story there, but it was one for another day when we didn’t have serious stuff to work out.
“Yeah, Kassidy. I’ve actually got you on speakerphone, and I need you to clear something up for Macy before she does something stupid like turn down the deal you guys offered to her.”
“No! She can’t do that!”
Kassidy sounded panicked by the idea, and some of the tension left my body.
“Then you’d better convince her that you didn’t make the offer because of who she is to me.”
“Macy, I would never pick up a book because of a friend. Take the time to read it and see if the story is a good fit for us? Absolutely! But that’s where my loyalty to my friend ends, and the businesswoman kicks in.”
“So you liked her story?”
“Like isn’t a strong enough word. I loved it, and we’re publishing it because I think it has the potential to be a best seller.”
“Really?” I squeaked.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” she responded.
“Okay.”
“You’re going to accept our offer?”
I nodded, but it was Rhys who answered. “Only after my lawyer has a chance to go over the contract.”
“I wouldn’t try and screw over the woman you love, Peanut.”
I smiled at how casually his childhood friend spoke about him loving me.
“I’m still going to have him look it over. It’s my job to protect her.”
“Awww, that’s adorable,” she cooed. “I can’t wait to meet you, Macy. I’m really looking forward to working with you on this series.”
“Me, too. Thank you so much.”
Rhys quickly said his goodbyes, setting his phone on the nightstand when he was done.
“Thank you for asking Kassidy to read my manuscript.”
“You’re welcome.” He dropped down beside me again, his fingers playing with the buttons on my blouse.
“I get why you did it, but I don’t like that you kept your connection to Harbor House from me when we talked about it. From here on out, no secrets. Okay?”
“Then I should probably tell you about the security team I have on you while you’re at Dirty Players.”
“You have guys watching me while I’m at work?” I shrieked.
“Not guys. Women.”
“I should have known,” I muttered, rolling my eyes at his aversion to other men being anywhere near me.
“If it weren’t for them reporting in while you’re there, I’d go out of my mind every time you were at work,” he explained.
“They don’t just keep an eye on me? They report back to you?”
“Fuck yeah, they do.”
“Gee, stalker much?” Sarcasm was thick in my tone.
“I’m not denying it, angel. But I have grown more comfortable with my tendency to stalk you because you can’t exactly stalk the willing, now can you?”
Shit, he had me there. “I guess you don’t need any more plots to keep me away from Dirty Players or a guard for me while I’m there,” I teased. “Because I’m going to be busy with my publishing deal.”
His eyes filled with apprehension.
“There was another plot? How in the hell did you get any work done all this time?”
“It hasn’t been easy. But at least I didn’t hide this one from you, exactly.”
I had to give him points for persistence at least. “What was it?”
“With all the come I’ve filled your pussy up with, I’d be shocked if you weren’t pregnant by now.” The apprehension in his eyes gave way to smug satisfaction.
Pulling up my mental calendar, I did some quick calculating in my head.
“Holy shit!”
I was pretty sure this plot of his had been successful, too.
Epilogue
Rhys
“Ride me hard, angel,” I growled as I shifted Macy so she was straddling me.
She huffed and crossed her arms, glaring at me. “Not until you put on a condom, Rhys.”
“No,” I snapped. “I hate those things, I can’t stand having anything between us.” I almost blurted out tha
t she could already be pregnant again. I’d tried to wait a few months, but I hated those fucking condoms and every time she talked me into wearing one, I ended up tearing it off anyway. Besides, I was bound and determined to knock up my wife again. Watching her grow with our child had been a huge fucking turn on. I had no complaints about her elevated sex drive either. On top of that, Clara, our three month old, was the smartest, most beautiful little girl in the entire world. I couldn’t wait to have another baby.
However, instead of saying all that—wisely, I’m sure—I grabbed her ass and jerked her forward so her pussy ground against the underside of my cock. I sat up and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. They were incredibly sensitive from feeding our little one and she cried out, rocking harder against me. I licked at the liquid leaking from her gorgeous tit and then switched to the other one and gave it the same treatment.
She shivered and moaned, her hands diving into my hair and holding me in place.
Letting go of her nipple with a pop, I straightened and kissed the spot just below her ear before purring, “Do you want to come, angel?” I used just the tip of my finger to trace circles around her hard little peaks while putting hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and over her shoulder.
“Please!” she begged.
She didn’t resist this time when I lifted her and plunged her down on my thick cock. We cried out simultaneously at the delicious friction.
“Yes!”
“Fuck!”
I thrust up hard, going incredibly deep. “You feel so perfect, baby. Like silk.” Laying down on my back again, I gripped her waist. “Ride me,” I commanded again, then lifted her and yanked her back down.
She immediately took over the rhythm, rising up slowly, before dropping down hard and fast. I cupped her tits, alternating between squeezing them and twisting and plucking her nipples. Her pussy was drenched and I watched my cock appear, shiny with her arousal, and then slide in easy, going so deep I felt my piercing bump her cervix.
Wild instinct eventually took over and I grabbed her ass, holding tight as I bucked up when she fell. Her tits were bouncing, her head was thrown back making her fiery hair cascade down to tickle my hands, and her plump lips were open as she screamed with pleasure.
“Fuck! Macy!” I roared on the next drive up, burying myself completely inside her and releasing burst after burst of come deep in her womb. Still hard, I kept thrusting wildly until we both came again and I filled her full of my seed.
She dropped down to my chest, panting and practically boneless. I was in much the same condition and could only muster enough energy to lift my head and kiss the crown of hers.
I was drifting off when a loud smack sounded and a stinging pain radiated through my pec.
“That was cheating, you jerk.”
I grinned and shrugged. “Whatever it takes, angel. Whatever it takes.”
The sound of gurgling and sweet baby babbling came through the monitor on the nightstand next to us.
“She’s hungry,” Macy murmured.
“Stay here,” I said, bussing her forehead and shifting her off of me. I grabbed my jeans from where they had landed on the floor earlier and detoured into the bathroom to clean up. I took a warm wet rag over to Macy and did the same for her. After tossing it in the hamper, I went through the connecting door to the old guest room that was now a pink and yellow nursery.
Clara was wiggling on her back, her arms and legs flailing. When I leaned over the crib to pick her up, her emerald eyes sparkled and she gave me a big toothless grin.
“Hey there, ginger baby,” I cooed, running a hand over her bright red fuzz. She immediately went in search of something I couldn’t give her and I laughed as we walked back to the master bedroom. Clara squealed and reached for her momma once she caught sight of her. I lowered her into Macy’s arms, then climbed onto the bed to hold them both while she nursed.
“Lucky kid,” I mumbled. “She gets to suck on your tits all throughout the damn day.”
Macy laughed and shook her head. “Not for lack of trying on your part. I was supposed to get a chapter written while she was napping today,” she grumbled.
“Are you complaining?” I smirked.
“No,” she admitted. “But don’t think you’ll get any sympathy from me when Kassidy comes out here to kick your ass because I was late with this manuscript.”
I chuckled and kissed her temple. I had a habit of taking a long break during “nap time” and coming home to fuck my wife. More and more, I was working from home anyway. I hated being away from my girls.
Macy was well into the third book of her series. When book one released it was an incredible success and Harbor House had already contracted with her for two more standalone books. I was so damn proud of her.
“I’ll be good tomorrow,” I promised.
“Yeah, right,” she said under her breath, but there was humor in her tone.
I couldn’t help thinking about the life I’d had before Macy. It had been mostly empty. I was simply going through the motions of life. Now, I had more than I could have ever dreamed of. A successful, smoking hot wife, a gorgeous baby girl, and I’d reconnected with old friends. My life was so full it was exploding with happiness.
I’d played the game and come out a winner.
Bonus Scene: Research
Rhys
I walked into Macy’s office to find her staring at a blank computer screen, her plump lip trapped between her teeth. “Hey, Angel,” I called softly so I wouldn’t startle her. Padding up behind her, I brushed her long red hair away from her neck and placed a soft kiss on one of her sensitive spots.
She jumped and spun around, her green eyes wide and startled. “Rhys! Um…” Her face flushed bright red and she shifted her eyes away, seemingly embarrassed about something.
Curiosity piqued, I raised an eyebrow and cupped her face, forcing her to meet my gaze. “What exactly were you thinking about just now?”
Impossibly, her skin turned an even deeper shade of crimson. “I just got off the phone with Kassidy.” Kassidy Bell was her publisher, and I couldn’t fathom what she could possibly have said to garner this reaction out of my wife. “I um…told her about an idea I had…and um…”
“You’re going to have to spit it out eventually, angel.” I suppressed a smile, wondering what the hell had her so worked up. There was embarrassment, yes, but this kind of flush, all over her skin…I usually only saw it when she was aroused.
“I pitched the idea of a new series. Using my experience at Dirty Players.”
I cocked my head to the side as I studied her. “Okay, that’s great Angel. But it still doesn’t explain why you’re acting so odd.”
“It would be an adult series.”
Ahhhh. “Adult as in sex?” She nodded. “And, you’d be drawing from your own experiences with that as well?” The wheels in my mind started spinning with ideas. Ones that had my cock swelling rapidly.
“And Google.” She flushed again and spun around, then leaned down to swipe her finger over the touch pad on her laptop. The screen came to life, illuminating a drawing of a naked man and woman in the throes of passion.
A salacious smile spread across my face and I turned her back around, then lifted her from her chair until she was standing on her feet, right in front of me. “What’s so special about this couple?” I asked, even though I knew where she was headed. It was so fun to play with my wife.
“Not the couple”—she gestured to the screen and winked at me—“the position.”
I smirked. “So, when I walked in here, you were—” I didn’t even finish my sentence. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, marching out of her office and down the hall to our bedroom. “I think this series is going to need a lot of research. Lots and lots of research.”
“Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!” Macy cried as I shifted angles and pumped even harder into her tight pussy. Turned out, the position she’d been looking at was not only possible, it was unbeliev
ably fucking hot.
“Squeeze that pussy tight, angel,” I growled. When she obeyed, I threw my head back and roared as I came. Explosion after explosion filled her with my come and her screams of ecstasy only made the sensations stronger.
When I finally calmed the fuck down, I collapsed next to her and pulled her into my arms. “I think this series is a fan-fucking-tastic idea,” I panted.
“Kassidy thought so, too.”
I grinned at her proud expression and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re amazing, angel. How did I ever get so lucky?”
She grinned and scrambled off the bed, running out of the room. I frowned, trying to work up the energy to chase her. But, she was back a second later with a book in her hand, which she tossed at me before climbing back into bed.
“You’re about to get even luckier.” Her smug expression was adorable and I almost threw the book to the ground and pounced, but I was curious enough to look. I flipped through it and my jaw dropped as I saw page after page of different positions and techniques used for pleasure. I’d thought I was an experienced guy, but this book made me feel like a fucking virgin.
The book was suddenly, snatched from my hands and Macy pushed me to my back before climbing astride. “Like you said…lots of research.”
Safe With Me, Baby
Guy Rule: No sleeping with your employee.
It only took one night for Xander Gray to know he’d found the woman he wanted to call his own. When she shows up in his office the next morning, after a night of endless passion, it complicates things. But, Xander is even more determined to have her.
Calista Lewis has always lived for the job, but she’s ready to take a different path in life. Working for Gray Security seems like the perfect answer, especially after she meets a man who makes her realize she wants more— with him. Finding out he’s her new boss is devastating, but she knows mixing business with pleasure is a bad idea.
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