I watch him check his phone in the mirror抯 reflection. Glance out the window. I set down the tube of lipstick.
揧ou know厀e don抰 have to do this tonight.?
That jerks him out of his reverie. Crew glances over, looking surprised. And confused. 揥hat? Why??
揑t抯 been a long day. And you seem匢 don抰 know, out of it. We can reschedule.?
His eyebrows rise and a touch of amusement reaches his lips. 揜eschedule? It抯 our anniversary.?
揑 know, but it抯 just a date. Our track record with annual holidays or celebrations or whatever isn抰 great. And shouldn抰 we celebrate our marriage every day, not just the day we got married??
A full-blown smirk is his response to that comment. 揥ho knew you were such a romantic, Red??
I roll my eyes. 揝hut up. I抦 serious.?
揑 am too. So finish getting ready so we can go to dinner.?
揌ungry??
揧eah.?He slips his phone away, studying me with the expression of a sinner, not a saint. 揊or dessert. I抣l be downstairs.?
We抳e fooled around like horny teenagers since Elizabeth was born, but sex hasn抰 happened. And if someone had told me at my wedding a year ago I抎 be leaving my newborn daughter at home to go to an anniversary dinner with Crew Kensington with full confidence we were in a monogamous relationship, I would have laughed in their face.
Yet here we are.
I spray on a perfume, grab a pair of Louboutins from the closet, and head downstairs. My mom has made herself comfortable on the couch. Her enthusiasm toward being a grandmother is nearly as surprising as the state of my relationship with Crew. I was mainly raised by nannies. But my mother dotes on Elizabeth every chance she gets. Even my father has surprised me on occasion, asking to hold her or offering up a genuine smile when he sees her. He抯 not here tonight, and I don抰 ask why. My parents?relationship isn抰 for me to control or judge. Most importantly, it has no bearing on my marriage.
Crew is leaning against the wall next to the elevator, staring off into space. He straightens when he sees me coming, his blue gaze darkening with lust.
I smirk at him before greeting my mother. 揌i, Mom.?
She smiles as she looks me over. 揧ou look beautiful, Scarlett.?
揟hank you. Do you need anything before we go??
揘o, no.?She waves a hand toward the entryway. 揧ou two have a lovely evening. If Elizabeth wakes up, I抣l be here.?
揙kay.?I hesitate for a few seconds, even though she抯 already turned back to the book open on her lap. Then, I walk over to Crew.
揜eady??he asks.
揜eady,?I confirm as we step into the elevator.
揌ow was work??he asks.
揋ood. July issue is all set, and the summer line is sold out.?
He smiles at me proudly. 揅ongrats, Red.?
揟hanks. How was your day??Kensington Consolidated has officially weathered the storm. The investigation ended without charges. Stock has risen. Being the CEO of a Dow company isn抰 your typical nine to five though.
We sound like we抳e been married for decades. Crew is talking about some deal Oliver wants to take as we walk from the elevator to the bay of the garage for the penthouse where our cars are kept. We climb into Crew抯 Lamborghini.
Impulsively, I lean over and unzip his pants. He stops talking immediately, zeroing on my hand palming his cock. The growl of the metal teeth parting is the only sound in the car.
揇id he show you their deliverables??I ask, tracing the outline of his erection with my fingers.
Crew抯 breathing is fast and ragged. 揑 can抰 even remember what we were just talking about, to be honest.?
I laugh a little before I tug his cock out and lower my head, running my tongue around the crown.
揝carlett.?My name comes out in a garbled groan, full of grit and gravel and want.
The garage lights are motion-activated. They flick off, plunging the car into near darkness, not shadows. The lack of light feels taboo and erotic. Heat pools in my stomach and dampens between my legs, making me feel needy and desperate. I clench my thighs together.
I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and grazing the underside with my teeth, the way I know he likes it. I抦 rewarded with a husky growl. One hand glides into my hair and tugs. 揋od, you抮e the sexiest thing I抳e ever seen, Red,?he rasps. 揧ou suck me so good, baby.?
I moan around him, knowing the vibrations will travel down his shaft. His hips jerk, telling me he抯 close. Heavy breathing fills the car before he groans and fills my mouth. I swallow and lean back, letting his half-hard dick go after a final, wet suck.
Crew抯 head is tilted back. He rolls it to look at me, his eyes lidded and hazy with pleasure. A lazy, satisfied grin on his lips. His cock still out. Still hard. Every woman抯 fantasy.