Perfect Grump (Bad Chicago Bosses)

I look at Reese.

“We have a request and I do like their grub. You’d be surprised how many billionaires eat there,” I say, remembering a time when I ran into HeronComm’s mogul, Magnus Heron, stuffing his face with his family. Like Ward, he’s matured and calmed down a hell of a lot.

Reese laughs in agreement.

We spend a couple hours playing the arcade games with Millie and eating our body weight in deep dish pizza with cheese so gooey it should be illegal. The kid falls asleep in the car on the way home.

Back at my place, Reese gets her out of her booster seat, kisses the top of her head, and carries her off to bed.

No storytime tonight with Millie so exhausted. I wait for Reese until she steps out of the guestroom.

Without hesitation, my hands find her waist, pull her in, and I damn near kiss her face off.

She whimpers deliciously against my tongue, muffling a laugh.

“You’ve been waiting for a while, huh?” she whispers.

“For you, all fucking day. Nighttime is my time, darling.”

My mouth attacks hers again, deeper, the lust churning in my balls heating every breath.

It’s got a stranglehold on her, too.

She sucks at my bottom lip like a tigress, teasing the inside of my mouth with her tongue before she rips it away. If it wasn’t for the tyke sleeping just a wall away, I’d slam her against the surface with my hips and take her, right the fuck here.

But I promised her a bed, didn’t I?

Sometimes I hate being a man of my word.

“Nick, you’re the best, and I don’t just mean best kisser. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I hope you know that,” she says, glancing up at me with eyes like a winter thaw. “I hope you know that no matter what happens, I’ll never forget what you—”

I scoop her up in my arms. She makes a soft squeal of surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking my woman to bed right the fuck now. Before we waste more time on words when we could be speaking with skin,” I say, my throat on fire, inhaling her.

“W-what if she just wants to watch Netflix?” Her saucy smile isn’t even funny.

“If you want TV, I’ll turn it on for you. Then I’ll bend you over in front of it, mount your ass, and fuck you until you can’t pay attention to anything but your own screams.”

I can see the heat in my eyes reflected back—no, matched—in hers.

Fuck.

I don’t need to breathe another harsh word before we’re tumbling into the bedroom. I lock my door, lay Reese on my bed, lean over her, and take her mouth.

Her lips part with a whimper, inviting me in.

Tonight, I’m greedy as hell, taking everything she gives me.

Every whimper.

Every tremble.

Every bit of pleading in her eyes.

I take her all, and give back a storm.

She crouches on her knees, reaching for the buttons on my shirt.

“You’re trembling,” I say, my eyes flicking to her fingers. “Is that what I do to you, sweetheart?”

She sucks at her bottom lip, her eyes wide, her fingers trying to work and slipping.

With a worn breath, I bury her little hand under mine, eclipsing her fingers.

“You want to answer first? Or do I need to reach between your legs and see how sopping wet, how ready, you are for me?”

“Nick,” she whines, her small tongue curling over her lips. “You make me psycho.”

Psycho.

One strange word makes my cock throb with a raging pulse.

Leaning low, I slowly inhale her. I swear I can smell how eager she is, how much she’s begging to be pillaged.

When I look down, my shirt is open. She drops a winding hand down my chest.

I place my hand under her chin, tilting her face up, and loot her strawberry mouth.

“Shit. In case you wondered, we’re one in this madness,” I whisper, shaking out of my shirt.

Even the way she looks at me undoes me a hundred times over.

Her hands move to the button of my pants as she sucks that lip, turning my blood to magma.

“Not yet.” I place a hand over them, stilling them.

My turn. I lift her off the bed and pull her shirt over her head, hurling it across the room. Her sports bra is gone today, replaced with lacey cups she almost spills out of.

“For me?” I growl, sliding a finger underneath one round tit, circling her nipple.

She nods, closing her eyes. I love how her chestnut hair spills down her shoulders.

“Since there’s someone else to see it...I thought I should make a few improvements.”

“Improvements,” I repeat gruffly. “Biggest upgrade you can make is keeping this body ready for me at all times.” There are no words for what’s next, my pulse beating like a drum.

I reach behind her back, unclasp the bra, shove it down her arms, and bend my head to her breasts.