“It’s not that easy. From the moment we met, she thought Emmitt and I were more alike and maybe he’d see that and change his mind.”
“Over my dead body,” I grunt out, taking lips in a possessive kiss.
“Silly, over his too. He loves her unconditionally, obsessively even. The wedding was stressful and the vitriol out of his mother broke her for just a minute.”
“I had a talk with Emmitt about that day. I knew her so I knew that it was pure horseshit, but I’m sure half the guests wondered if it was true and some probably still do. The bitch is manipulative, and she gave Emmitt the guilt trip about her being alone so he continued to cater to her until she came between him and Madison. I wish them the best. I’m fucking grateful that he found Madison and wasn’t interested in you. He’s a fool, but I’m not complaining.”
“Neither am I.” She reaches for my stiff cock, giving it the gentlest caress. I growl and pin her to the bed, starting our passionate night over again.
* * *
I’m back to work the day after our wedding. Tomorrow I take Addison on a nice honeymoon. Unfortunately, I have two major clients that need audits before I can take time off, and they only want me to handle it. So Addison’s pretty ass is around the office today, but I sent her to do something else because she’s a delicious distraction, and my dick takes all the damn brain power I have left.
As much as I hate having her roam around the office building, I need some work done so I sent her into the conference room to type up some reports and organize a few documents. I’m in the middle of the quarterly invoices for the one restaurant of twelve the client owns and there’s a small discrepancy that I don’t really have time for. I start searching through the documents when I sense someone next to my desk. I look up and Grace is standing there with a cup of coffee.
“Just for you. Just the way you like it.” Her voice is just above a whisper. Is she getting some type of laryngitis?
“Thanks, please set it over there. I don’t want to spill it on—” I can’t get the last of the word out before she accidentally spills it on my pants. It’s not burning hot, but it stings. “Get out of here.”
“I can take care of it.” She reaches with a towel that she magically had and starts to reach for my lap. I shove her hand away and stand up. “I said get out. You’ve slowed down my schedule.” I walk to the bathroom and pull out the hand towel to dry some of the dampness.
“I’m just trying to take care of you,” she says, having followed me to the bathroom. I’m actually trapped between the door and her. I bump her slightly to move past her.
“You’re fired.” We both look toward the door and Addison is standing there with her arms crossed glaring at Grace.
“You can’t do that because Tanner and I were having an affair.” She reaches for my arm and I push it away.
“We’re not.” I can’t believe that’s what she’s trying to do. I look to my wife to see if she believes the lie.
As I move toward her, Addison walks around me and straight to Grace. She grabs her around the throat with one hand and then slaps the shit out of her with the other. “Bitch, if my husband wanted you, you’d be the one wearing this. Get the fuck gone before I beat your motherfucking face in like I should.”
“If it wasn’t clear to you. You’re fired.” I turn to Addison who moves in Grace’s direction, sending Grace running out of my office and to the reception area.
“You,” she snarls at me. Her finger presses into my chest. “Better learn when a woman is flirting with you before it gets to this point because if I didn’t know better, I’d be in tears running out of your life.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s sure as fuck good that you do know better, Mrs. Bryant because I’ll tan your pretty little ass if you try to run out on me.” I reach for the door and slam it shut, locking us inside. “Now, take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Addison. For just one minute, I thought I was losing you. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you stay.”
Epilogue
Tanner
Six weeks later
“Good morning, beautiful,” I mutter, looking up at her from between her legs as she releases a moan.
“Good morning, husband.” My finger pushes into her, stretching and coaxing her sweetness out onto my mouth. She reaches out and grabs my hair, running her fingers through it. I swipe my tongue over her heated slit until I reach her nub. I suck on that pleasure ball, and then I watch her come undone.