Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife (The Harder They Fall, #2)(76)

With a sigh, he tucked his head beneath my jaw, pressing a kiss on my throat. “I knew she wouldn’t let me send it.”

I snorted, already lighter in his arms. “Did it feel good to write it?”

“Nothing feels good when you’re sad. I fucking hate it.”

We held each other, and I slid my fingers through his hair. His breath was warm and slow on my skin, his fingers soft and rhythmic, trailing along my spine.

“I can’t work at Rossi anymore,” I whispered.

His hands stilled. “You can.”

“I think it’s obvious I can’t.”

“I want you in the same building as me.”

“We do live together. It isn’t as if I won’t see you.”

He raised his head, glaring at me the same way he’d glared at his monitor. I’d replaced it as his enemy, which made me want to laugh, but I held it in since I didn’t think he’d take kindly to it.

“I don’t want you working for someone else,” he stated.

I shook my head. “I don’t want to work for anyone else. I’m hoping my rich husband will keep me afloat so I can throw myself into starting my business. I’ve been delaying jumping in with both feet, but I think this is the push I needed. It’s time.”

“You don’t have to hope, Saoirse. Anything you need, I’ll give it to you. What about office space? I’ll clear out the office beside mine. You can have it.”

“In the Rossi building?” He nodded in all seriousness, which made me sputter a laugh. “Isn’t that Miller’s office?”

“Say the word, and he’s out.”

Laughing again, I patted his chest. “Poor Miller. I think Clara might object to you kicking her husband out of his office.”

“She’d get over it.”

“Luca,”—I dropped my forehead to his—“you’re being sweet. Crazy, yes, but very, very sweet.”

He squeezed my butt in response.

“I’m not going to work in the Rossi building.”

He sighed. “I know, and it pisses me off.”

“Maybe I’ll take over this office.”

He leaned back in his chair, eyeing me. “You can have it. I barely use it anyway. I like the idea of you working here.”

“With Miles.”

That made his lip curl. “I have to accept that?”

“You do. He’s my partner.”

“I’m your partner. Miles is your coworker.”

“Sure.” I brushed his hair from his forehead. “You’re really good at cheering me up, you know.”

“I’m not done. Go get changed. I’m taking you to dinner.”

I perked up. “Can we go on the bike?”

His lips curved as he looked at me with his bedroom eyes. “Anything you want, pretty girl.”

Why did I actually believe he meant that wholeheartedly?





Chapter Thirtytwo





Luca





The next morning, I woke up still as pissed off as I’d been the night before.

The email I’d pounded out hadn’t helped.

Saoirse soothing me—soothing me—hadn’t touched it.

Going for a ride hadn’t been the release it normally was.

Spending a quiet night with my wife in a cozy restaurant had been nice as hell, but I’d still been left with a roiling anger beneath my skin.

I couldn’t massacre all the people who’d put tears in her eyes. Neither Clara nor Saoirse would allow me to destroy my company as vengeance, which was extremely irritating.

So, I found myself sitting on the side of Saoirse’s bed while she slept, only making minor attempts to wake her up.

Stroking her cheek.

Sliding my fingers through her hair.

Trailing my knuckle along her arm.

Pulling the sheets back to look at her in her silky nightgown.

I thought I was getting away with it until her lips curled into a smile. “What are you doing, crazy man?” she croaked out, her eyes still firmly closed.

“How do you know it’s me?”

She rolled to her side, nuzzling her face on my thigh. “Only you would sneak into my room to poke and prod me.”

“I also spent some time looking at your tits.”

Her laugh was muffled by my leg. “You might be pervy, but at least you’re honest.” She rolled to her back, her eyes fluttering open. “Good morning, you.”

“Morning, pretty girl.”

“Why are you in my bedroom, sir?”

“I’m waking you up, wife. We have places to be.”

She glanced at the time and turned back to me with a furrow between her light brows. “The places better have coffee and donuts, or I’m not getting out of bed.”

“I can make that happen.” I peeled her sheet the rest of the way off her, which was a mistake. Her nightgown had ridden up to the tops of her thighs, revealing her bare little pussy. “Fuck. No underwear? Really?”

She tugged the scrap of material down and sat up, draping her legs over mine. “You sneak into my bedroom, you’re bound to see more than you expected.” Then she made sure to rub her calf against my dick, which was now standing at full attention. “Now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”