Dirty Sexy Games

by Laurelin Paige

  The crease in his forehead returned. “What’s in New York?”

  “My husband.” I grinned so hard my cheeks hurt. I hadn’t let myself get my hopes up so this was the first time I was admitting my plan to anyone. It hadn’t made sense for Weston to be gone so long from his son, and it wouldn’t have worked if Darrell had turned out to have ill intentions for the company. I would have put Dyson first because I was responsible for all the employees and the legacy and the entire billion-dollar corporation.

  But Darrell shared my vision, and I was desperately relieved, because in the wretched endless few days without Weston I’d realized I couldn’t live without my kingdom or my king. With my cousin at the helm, my kingdom could wait. I couldn’t wait for my king.

  “I’m confused… You said you were getting an annulment.”

  I waved Darrell’s comment away with my hand. “A minor technicality. I know I’m not making any sense. Just…” God, how did I explain this?

  “No worries. I understand. You love him.” This time my cousin’s expression was warm and empathetic.

  “Yeah. I do.” My eyes burned with threatening tears. I blinked them back. “I understand that an annulment puts my inheritance in a grey area. I’m hoping that with our arrangement, working side by side, you’ll find the idea of years in court just as tiring and wasteful as I do?”

  “I can certainly think of better ways to spend my time,” he said with a chuckle, and I finally was able to take a full breath, sure that things between he and I were going to work out fine.

  “Thank you, Darrell. I value your years of experience, and I want to learn and apprentice at your side so that when you’re ready to retire, perhaps, then, I can take over.”

  “Right. Okay. That won’t be for another ten to fifteen years, though.”

  “Perfect! I want to make sure I have time to enjoy my family. Weston’s son has become quite dear to me.” Just the thought made me eager to get back on a plane and cross the ocean to see Sebastian and Weston again as soon as possible, despite being as jet-lagged as I was.

  I owed them both a thousand apologies.

  Darrell and I spoke a few minutes longer, most of the conversation focused on the explicit agreement that he wouldn’t contest my inheritance and that I’d leave him at the head of Dyson Media where he’d teach me the ropes. We decided the details of our arrangement would be settled after the holidays, and I said a hurried goodbye, anxiously excited, already planning what I’d say to Weston when I arrived back in New York. Man, I was looking forward to that surprise.

  Except, when I walked out of the office, I was the one who was surprised.

  Weston was waiting there. And he wasn’t alone. Sebastian was in his arms and Callie and Dana were standing behind him.

  “What…? What’s going on?” I asked, my heart pounding at the sight of him. “Why are you here? How did you find me?”

  “Your mother said you had a meeting with your cousin today. This nice lady,” he nodded at Darrell’s secretary, “said we could wait out here. As for why…well…” He looked at the women behind him. “We’re moving here. All of us.”

  “What.” I was too flabbergasted for it to even be a question. “You are?” I couldn’t breathe, fearing it was all a dream.

  Callie and Dana nodded, both wearing ridiculous grins.

  “Dana’s going to work for me,” Weston explained. “She’s in PR.”

  “Public Relations! Oh my God!” I’d thought she was a bureaucrat with the State.

  “I know, right?” Weston’s dimple appeared. “And they really want to move here. It was their idea actually. We haven’t packed or arranged the actual moving part, but we all wanted to be together when we told you. So we sort of borrowed a plane and here we are.”

  “Here you are.” I was breathing now, but tears were rolling down my cheeks. Here he was. Five feet away, which was still too far, but so much closer than he’d been. “I can’t believe you’re here.” I took a step toward him, needing his arms around me.

  “Hold on,” he said, suddenly.

  I stopped mid-step as he whispered something in Sebastian’s ear. Then he knelt to set his child down on the ground, put something in his hand, and gently pushed Sebastian in my direction.

  “Give Izzie!” Sebastian toddled excitedly over to me, waving his hand.

  I bent to take what was in his tightly clenched fist. He didn’t want to let it go at first, and it took a bit of encouragement, but when I pried his fingers open, there was my engagement ring.

  I looked back at Weston and found him on one knee. “Elizabeth Dyson King, you’re already my wife, whatever the law says. But I’ll do it again to make it legal. I’ll do it a thousand times over if that’s what it takes to make you mine for real. Lizzie, my love. My home. Will you marry…” He looked around at everyone he’d brought with him. “Us?”

  I wrapped an arm around Sebastian and lifted him as I stood up, then we crossed over to my husband and the two of us fell into his embrace.

  “Yes, Weston, my king,” I said between salty kisses. “I will marry all of you.”

  Weston took the ring from my hand and slipped it on my finger. “I love you,” he said softly. “I can’t live without you. You’re a silly fool for thinking I could even try.”

  “I know. I was wrong. Thank you for showing me I need you too.” We kissed, longer and slower, forgetting for a moment we had an audience until I heard one of the women sniffling behind us.

  I pulled away, my cheeks heating, and beamed at Dana and Callie, who was sniffling and red-eyed. “Thank you,” I told them. “I’m so grateful. You can’t even know.”

  “What’s family for?” Dana asked with a shrug.

  I looked back at Weston, a face I could never get tired of looking at. “You better be paying her well.”

  One eye narrowed. “We haven’t really discussed that. This was kind of impromptu.”

  “Uh…” I bit my lip, trying not to laugh.

  “Oh, he’ll pay me well,” Dana winked.

  “He will. I know he will.” He was the most generous man I’d ever met, after all.

  And it didn’t matter that I’d already worked out another plan to get us back together. This one was better. There’d be no flying back and forth, no frequent separations. We’d all be together. Reach would take over Dyson’s advertising subsidiary and Weston would manage it. I’d still work less, train with Darrell. Maybe not renew my birth control.

  The sound of a phone ringing reminded me we were still in an office. “We should get out of here. Have you checked in to a hotel anywhere? There’s more than enough room at my place for all of us.”

  “We came straight here,” Callie said. “Our luggage is downstairs at security.”

  I laughed. “Let’s take care of that.”

  We stood up together, Weston moving Sebastian to his hip. He looked good as a dad. Grown-up. Sexy.

  With his free hand, he took mine and tugged me close so he could whisper in my ear. “Those are dirty thoughts in your eyes, Lizzie. Are you going to share them or keep them all to yourself?”

  “I was just wondering how you’d look with a little girl in your arms,” I said coyly.

  “Not as good as you’d look.” He seemed to remember himself. Remembered my former plan to wait. “We’ll find out in ten years,” he said, a slight hint of disappointment in his tone. “When you’re ready to take a break from being the leader of Europe’s media empire.”

  “About that…” Maybe that surprise could wait until we were alone.

  “Elligator!” Sebastian said as we squeezed into the small European-style elevator. Weston helped his tiny finger push the button for the ground floor, and my chest blossomed with warmth that exploded and reached throughout my limbs. We were together. All of us. My new family. I’d been a girl who could never want for anything and this ending was beyond any I could have ever imagined for myself.

  “Where should we go?” I asked the group. “The apartment or
the house in Neuilly?”

  Weston peered over at Callie and Dana, who shrugged. “Which do you like better?” he asked me.

  “It doesn’t matter.” I looked around at all of them and settled on Weston. “You’re here,” I said. “Wherever we go, we’ll be home.”

  Epilogue

  Weston

  Elizabeth peered over the top of the stroller at Sebastian’s pajama-clad body. “Is he asleep?” she whispered tentatively.

  I hadn’t taken my eyes off him the entire last seventeen trips down the long hallway. His breathing was steady, his cheeks flushed rosy red. His grip on his baby doll had loosened and the toy had slipped from against his face and was now wedged between his torso and the carriage.

  “Yeah,” I answered just as silently. “I’m pretty sure he’s been out for at least ten minutes. Let’s hurry and get him to his room before we jinx it.”

  It was a Saturday evening in early April. The dark, cold months were over, and all of us had settled into France the way spring was settling into the countryside. Dana had given only three weeks’ notice at her government job in New York and, as part of her compensation package from Reach, she, Callie, and Sebastian had moved into Elizabeth’s Paris apartment before February was over. Our Paris apartment—I was still getting used to the whole what’s hers is mine bit.

  Elizabeth had been right in assuming that establishing the merger and the official new Reach firm in France would be more work than I’d estimated. I spent more hours at the office than I would have liked, more hours than would have been possible were I traveling back and forth to the States. Donovan was a good boy and left me alone, mostly. Dana turned out to be a great right-hand man, though, and Dylan Locke came over from the London office almost bi-weekly to help out. It wasn’t a routine I meant to keep up, but it was doable for the short-term.

  Elizabeth and I had chosen to live in the Neuilly house. It was definitely too big for either of our liking, but we’d already begun renovations to turn part of the mansion into offices. While neither of us intended to work full-time forever, we did intend to have careers. We also wanted to focus on Sebastian.

  And Elizabeth was past due for her next birth control shot. On purpose. Which meant we were officially “trying.”

  Tonight, though, was for a different kind of trying—it was the first time we had Sebastian for an entire weekend without Callie and Dana. Like any new parents, we were nervous.

  And excited.

  Nervously excited.

  The day had gone well, for the most part. Sebastian had refused to eat the first two meals we’d put in front of him so he ended up having a lunch of animal crackers and chocolate milk, and dinner was corndog bites, but we considered anything in his tummy a win. We’d both played with him all day and packed his nursery with enough toys to entertain him for hours.

  Bedtime had been the first real challenge, when he’d refused to fall asleep. After two hours of trying everything we could think of, I’d dragged the stroller in from the garage. We’d buckled him in and used the spacious estate to walk the kid to sleep.

  Finally, it had worked.

  Elizabeth wheeled the stroller into his room and put the brake into place with her foot. Then she walked around to stand next to me so we could admire our achievement.

  “Damn,” she said, snuggling into my arms. “That was a pretty great trick, King. Where did you learn this wizardry?”

  “The moms.”

  We stood quietly for another long moment, gazing down on him.

  “Now what do we do? Do we try to move him to his bed?”

  Last time I’d done this with Callie and Dana, it had been for a nap. And we’d decided to start packing for Paris right after. “Uh…I’m not sure.” If we moved him, he’d definitely wake up. “I think we can leave him?”

  “Okay.” She didn’t seem so sure, but she tucked his blanket around him and said it again. “Okay.”

  I turned on his nightlight and made sure the monitor was on while she pulled the string for the lamp to turn it off. Then I grabbed her hand and tugged her out of the room and shut the door silently behind us.

  “Phew,” she sighed. “That was…”

  “A turn-on,” I finished for her. Seriously, she was hot doing the whole mom thing. I couldn’t wait to put a baby in her tummy. I especially couldn’t wait for all the “trying.”

  “I was going to say stressful and exhausting,” she said, but she was staring at my lips.

  So I kissed her.

  Her mouth opened easily, her tongue darting out to greet mine as I wrapped my arms around her body.

  “Not too stressful or exhausting, I hope?” I tested, my lips hovering above hers.

  “Definitely not. But we need to go to bed now.”

  “I’m not going to argue, Mrs. King.”

  Lacing my hand through hers, I led her to our bedroom, my finger stroking against the ring that said she was mine forever. We hadn’t needed to repeat our ceremony, it had turned out. Because of the holidays, the annulment paperwork still had yet to be processed. A simple phone call to her lawyer had been enough to end that near-disaster.

  Or, not disaster. I would have married her again. And again. As many times as she’d let me. In fact, we were talking about having a repeat ceremony for our anniversary, just so we could do all the things we’d missed the first time. So we could declare in front of everyone how much we loved each other for real.

  Right now, though, the only one I wanted to declare my Elizabeth love to was Elizabeth.

  And we needed to be naked for what I had in mind.

  In our bedroom, I made sure the baby monitor was turned on, then immediately got to the business of undressing. I was down to my underwear when I realized she was still fully clothed, her attention on a white Priority Mail bubble envelope and its contents.

  I came up behind her and moved her red hair to one side so I could kiss the delicate white skin of her collarbone. “Elizabeth, whatever you are doing, that was not what I thought you meant when you said let’s go to bed.”

  “I know, I know,” she said, half moaning as I traced my tongue up her neck. “Just…Donovan sent this, and I’d forgotten about it until now.”

  “Donovan?” God, what a boner killer. “What is it?”

  “I don’t know. A disc. And a note that says ‘To set the record straight.’”

  I reached around her and took the note from her hands. There was nothing else written on it. “He sent this to both of us?”

  She looked at the envelope. “It was addressed to only you, I guess.”

  I shook my head, chuckling. Good thing I had no secrets from the woman. She had zero boundaries. “We can watch it tomorrow.”

  “Come on. Aren’t you curious?” she pleaded, her lips turning down into an irresistible pout.

  “Not really.” I mean, yeah, but Donovan was a mood killer. Whatever he’d sent was certainly not going to lead to getting laid.

  Apparently my opinion didn’t matter because she was already dragging out her laptop and settling in on the bed.

  Fine. But if we were watching it, she was going to have her clothes off while we did.

  I climbed up on the mattress beside her and wrestled her shirt over her head while she popped in the disc and opened the only file on the directory. My hand was tucked into her bra cup, massaging her nipple into a tight bud when the screen began playing a silent black and white movie.

  No, not a movie.

  Security footage. Of my old office.

  Starring Donovan and Sabrina.

  “What the heck?” Elizabeth asked, straightening her legs to balance the computer on her lap.

  Fuck if I knew.

  My fingers slowed their assault as I watched the two onscreen, trying to figure out what was going on and, more importantly, what it was Donovan wanted me to see. My gut said it wasn’t good.

  It became obvious as soon as Sabrina removed her panties and handed them to D who promptly sniffed them before pu
tting them in his suit pocket.

  “Oh, no,” I said, reaching for the laptop.

  Elizabeth bent away from me, taking the computer with her. “No, I want to see! Oh my God, he’s going to fuck her in your office!”

  “Oh, hell no!” I grabbed again for the computer, outraged both that Donovan would send me this and that he would make it in the first place.

  Again, my wife maneuvered the computer away, “Weston, wait, let’s watch!”

  “You want to watch my best friend—” I reconsidered. “Ex best friend, considering the circumstances, fuck my ex-lover on my desk?”

  “Yeah. I do. It’s hot.” She was turned with her back to me now, her feet hanging off the bed, but I could hear the excitement in her tone. Could hear the rapid rise and fall of her breathing, now that I paid attention.

  I crawled up beside her so I could watch her, not the computer, and saw her eyes were dark and dilated as they remained pinned on the screen.

  “Mmm,” she hummed, biting her lip. “He just spanked her. That’s…whoa…”

  I peeked at the footage. Sabrina was bent over the desk now, her skirt gathered around her waist. From the camera angle, only the side of her bare ass was visible, but the one cheek was clearly red as Donovan rubbed it. Then he spanked her again.

  “You like the spanking? Or the watching? Or…” I liked watching Elizabeth this turned on. I was quickly getting hard from her reactions.

  “All of it. I like all of it.” She was breathy and flushed and God, I was going to fuck her so hard.

  I pulled her bra strap down her shoulder. “Is this what it’s like watching porn with someone?”

  “Yes! Isn’t it awesome?” She glanced at me, her lips quirked in a naughty smile. “Donovan’s so thoughtful. Making us homemade porn.”

  I laughed. “I don’t think that’s why he sent it.”

  I pulled the cup of her bra down and palmed her tit. She leaned into my hand, moaning. She was so fucking turned on. I had to have more of her. Had to have my mouth on her.

  I bent forward intending to bring her nipple into my mouth, and she gasped.