Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

“True.”

“I have a couple of outfits that look sexy with a tie. It’s mine. It’s pink. Not too many men wear bright pink ties.”

I check to make sure that he can’t see out of the tie by dancing around and acting goofy. When he doesn’t respond to my craziness, I smile and grab his hand. “Follow me.”

“I can’t see. You could be leading me to my death, and I wouldn’t know.”

I grin. “I could. I guess you will just have to trust me.”

I lead him out of my condo and start walking down the hallway to the elevators.

“You’re lucky I like fucking you,” he says as my older neighbors get off the elevator.

“Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Shayfield,” I say as we pass them and walk into the elevator.

“Stop talking dirty, and just do as you’re told,” I say.

Asher grins. “Fine. But it’s my birthday. Aren’t you supposed to be doing what I tell you to do? Not the other way around?”

“No. You’re supposed to always do what I tell you. We are married, remember?” I joke with him.

He laughs. “Fine. I’ll do whatever you want as long as I—”

I put my hand on his mouth, shutting him up, as the doors to the elevator open on the bottom floor. As much as I want to hear him say more dirty, filthy things to me, I want to still be able to live in my building without being completely embarrassed.

I grab his hand and quickly lead him through the lobby of the building and outside.

“Okay, now, I really think you are going to try and kill me. Or push me into the ocean, ruining my only pair of shorts that aren’t swim trunks so that I will be forced to wear some suit or something that you have laid out for me upstairs.”

I laugh and shake my head. “You are wrong on both accounts.”

I keep leading him to my surprise.

“Then, what the hell are we doing?”

“Okay, stop.”

He does, just inches from falling off the curb of the sidewalk.

I grimace, hoping he’s not going to twist an ankle because of me. I grab his hips and force him to take a step backward.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” I ask excitedly.

He grins. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

I pull on one end of the tie covering his head.

“Ow,” he says when the tie jerks his head back instead of coming undone, like I expected it to.

I giggle. “Sorry. Here, let me—”

“No. You had your chance.” He rips the tie off his eyes.

“Happy birthday!” I shout.

My eyes are glued to him as he looks at the brand-new truck I bought him for his birthday. It’s exactly the same as his truck, just completely redone inside and out.

His eyes pop open as he looks at it.