“I would think you’d already be privy to the business here after watching us for so long.”
“We had no idea it was this extensive.”
“Good. That means we’ve kept things on the down-low, which is exactly what we want.”
It’s early so we pass empty desks on the way to my office. “Welcome to the legal department.”
We go inside and Bleu immediately looks around. She isn’t interested in the cool gray walls, contemporary office furniture, or shelves of law books. Her eyes go straight for the leather sofa. “You have a couch in your office?”
“Aye, and I’ve spent quite a few nights on it.” But not a single one since we’ve been married. There’s been no need. I want to be at home in bed with my wife every night.
She narrows her eyes at me. “You better mean sleeping.”
“It was mostly tossing and turning. Being at the flat without you was miserable but the nights were even worse. I worked myself ragged trying to get you out of my head. I slept here so I didn’t have to go home to our empty bed.”
“That’s sort of sweet.”
I move to stand behind her and place my hands on her hips. I use them to drive her toward the couch until the front of her thighs are pressed against the arm. “You should know I have every intention of fucking you on this sofa. I think we should christen it right now.”
“At seven in the morning when your assistants could come into work at any minute?”
“Linsey is always the first one here but she never arrives before a quarter after—just like clockwork. That gives us fifteen minutes.”
I reach beneath her skirt and kiss the back of her neck as she twists to look at me over her shoulder. “Who is Linsey?”
I slide my hand up the back of her thigh. “My paralegal.”
She grabs my wrist, stopping me from going further. “You’ve never talked about her.”
And I don’t wish to now, either. “I’ve had no reason to. We never discuss my job.”
“How long has she worked for you?”
I’m not surprised my wife wants details. I would if she were working side by side with a man I didn’t know.
“When I was in law school, Linsey came forward and volunteered to be my paralegal when I became defender for the brotherhood. The Fellowship sent her to college where she was properly trained to be my legal assistant.”
“So this has been in the works for years?”
“Yes. Only men must choose a service to The Fellowship when they come of age but some women do as well—the ones who want to work and contribute by means other than being claimed and taken care of by a man.”
“I’m sure it was a painful choice on her part to volunteer to be up your ass every day. Let me guess. She isn’t married?”
“No, but I am. Happily.”
I know where Bleu’s going with this. She’s suggesting Linsey volunteered as a close contact so she could pursue snagging me. And my wife’s absolutely right. Linsey has confirmed that as her intention on more than one occasion.
Complete honesty. It’s the only way to handle this.
“She has tried to fuck me but I turned her down.”
Bleu twists in my arms so we’re face to face. “Since we’ve been together?”
“Technically, we weren’t together. She didn’t come to work for me until after I finished my traineeship. It happened after you were back in the US.”
“She had no idea I left you. As far as she was concerned, we were still a couple when she tried to sleep with you. That’s a betrayal against me.”
I was wrong. She’s not jealous. She’s angry.
“You should know now that Linsey and I will be having our own Fellowship meeting later today.”
I look at the clock and see we’ve wasted three of our fifteen minutes having this asinine conversation. “Fine. You’re to become her leader. Handle it the way you think you must. Until then, shut up and kiss me,” I growl before my lips crash against hers.
She doesn’t push away. Instead, she melts into my arms.
Her mouth tastes minty fresh but it’s not what I’m craving. “Turn around.”
I help her twist so she’s facing the sofa again. I put my hand between her shoulder blades and push them down so her bum is bent over the arm—right where I want it. I glide my hand over one cheek before lifting it and bringing my palm down against it playfully, but with enough force to catch her attention.
She squeals. “Oh! What was that for?”
“I want your full attention on us and what we’re about to do. Your wild imagination conjuring things that have not happened has no place here. Understand?”
“Aye,” she says, a giggle escaping.
I laugh at her use of the word I so often say to her. “Good. I’m happy we’re on the same page.”
I lift the bottom of her black skirt so her bum is exposed. She’s wearing pink knickers, the ones barely covering anything. No surprise there. I saw her put them on when she was getting ready this morning. They made me hard then and they’re making me hard now.
I glide my palm over the silky fabric barely covering the cheek I spanked. “I’ve spent a lot of nights on this couch wondering where you were and imagining what I’d do to you if I ever got you like this.”
“And now that you have me where you want me, what are you going to do?”
I glide my middle finger down her cleft, only the fabric of her knickers preventing me from pushing my finger inside. “Things so dirty they should never be done in the light of day.”
She straightens her arms and presses them into the cushion of the sofa, bracing for what’s to come.
I look at the clock and then at the open door. Fuck! I should have closed it. My mistake. But in my defense, I didn’t know we were going to have a conversation about a sofa that would spark me bending my wife over its arm for an early-morning shag.
I’m wrestling with the choice of dragging Bleu’s knickers to her knees or helping her upright and offering a rain check for my dirty deeds.
My decision is made for me when I hear the closing of Linsey’s desk drawer, announcing her arrival. No kidding. She’s been working here for months and has arrived at a quarter after on the dot every single day. Until now. She’s nine minutes early. “Un-fucking-believable.”
Bleu looks over her shoulder at me. “What?”
“She’s in early today.”