DOM: Alliance Series Book Three (64)

“Dominic. Seriously—”

She cuts off when I slide her down my body. I know she can feel how hard I am. “Press my buttons, Wife, and you’ll pay the consequences.”

Before she can retort, I spin her around and press my hips against her ass, my feet on either side of her own, pinning her to the counter.

“I can do it.” Her voice is breathy now.

“You had your chance.” I keep one arm wrapped around her, high enough that her breasts are resting on top of my forearm. With my other arm, I reach out and turn the water on.

I leave my fingers under the stream, waiting for the water to get warm, then I fill my palm with soap.

“Give it here.”

Her ribcage expands under my hold, but on her exhale, she submits and places her hand in mine.

I release my hold of her waist so I can lather the soap, her hand between mine.

Then I carefully wash the makeup off. The stuff she used did a good job of covering the ink, but it washes away easily enough.

When it’s clean, I turn the faucet to cool, then hold her finger under the stream. “You’re going to irritate the skin using crap like that on a fresh tattoo. I can get the ointment if you want to put it on before you leave.”

Val shakes her head, and her breath hitches.

I have one awful second to think that she might be crying, but then her ass shifts against me as she rubs her thighs together.

I lean against her a little harder.

She wants me.

I need to remind her how much.





CHAPTER 41





Val





My reflection stares back at me in the elevator doors, and I want to button my shirt up to my neck.

I’ve been to the office before, and I knew today would be a bit much—because I knew the girls on the conference call yesterday would spill the beans about me marrying Dominic. And I knew the tattooed finger would become a big deal. But I didn’t expect my boss to act so slimy.

Mr. Ritz has always been a little… too friendly. Pushing that line between being socially awkward and something you would report to HR. But today— I run my hands down the sides of my skirt.

Maybe it was my fault for wearing something more formfitting than usual, but you’d think being recently married would put me in the off-limits category. I mean, every employee should be in that category for Mr. Ritz anyway, but his looks today were more like leers. And more than once, he stood too close to me, and I swear he looked down my shirt.

Rob is standing silently at my side, and I open my mouth to ask him if I should tell Dom about it.

But then I shut my mouth.

If I ask Rob, he’ll tell Dom. And I’m not entirely certain Dominic wouldn’t kill my boss.

In fact, I’m fairly certain Dominic would kill him.

And even though I’m beginning to believe that Mr. Ritz is a sleazeball, I’m not sure he deserves death.

The elevator opens, and I step out ahead of Rob.

I don’t know if he’s been told not to talk to me, but he was silent on the ride to and from work, so I keep up the trend.

All I want is to go upstairs, put on sweatpants, and scream into my pillow for a bit.

Since I get to the door first, I put my hand on the security screen and wait for the sound of it unlocking, then I walk through.

I make it four steps into the condo before I freeze at the same time Rob says “Oh shit” under his breath.

Because standing in my kitchen is a woman. Practically a girl since she looks younger than me. With long black hair, a crop top showing off a trim waist, and leggings so tight I’m surprised she can breathe.

I let my backpack slide off my shoulder.

Rob catches it before it can land on the ground, but I don’t care.

“Who the fuck are you?” I snap.

My feet are killing me, but I’m not about to show weakness in front of this woman, so I keep my shoes on as I stride toward her.

She stops what she’s doing, her eyes going wide as she watches me. “Um, I’m making dinner.”

I refuse to think about how delicious it smells in here.

If Dominic thinks he can hire some sexy woman to make me jealous… Well, it’s working.

“You’re home.” Dom’s voice fills the great room, and my head snaps to the side to see him walking out from the lower hallway in nothing but workout shorts.

Sweat is dripping from his body. His chest is still rising and falling in a way that says he literally just stopped working out.

And he’s letting this random woman see him like this. Practically naked.

“What are you doing?” I hiss.

He runs a hand over his head, and my belly clenches. Because I remember doing that.

“Just gonna go grab a shower,” he says casually, then starts to jog up the stairs. When he reaches the top, he pauses. “Oh, I’m out of towels up here. Could one of you bring some up? I’ll leave the door open.”

Then he’s gone. Disappeared down the hallway toward our bedroom, where he’s going to leave the door open so one of us can bring it to him.

Bring it to the clear glass shower stall.

Fuck this man.

My hands flex.

Fuck him so much.

Spinning on my heel, I stomp into the kitchen.

The woman backs up quickly, trying to get away from me. But I’m not after her. She’s just here as another one of Dom’s pawns. Because he thinks we’re playing games.