Wife to the Boss (Managing the Bosses 6)

“I do. I think it sounds like a princess, and our little girl is going to be just that to me. I'm going to spoil her completely rotten.”

“And if it's a boy?” Jamie moved up to start putting stuff on the checkout counter, but Alex moved in her way, taking the job from her.

“Then we'll spoil him, too.” He shrugged. “You only get so many blessings in your life. I have you, and once I have them, I'm complete.”

“And your company?” Shock rolled through her that it wasn't a little higher on the chart of important things.

“It's a means to an end. It feeds us and will help take care of us for the rest of our lives, but it's a company. At the end of the day, if it makes more sense to sell it than slave away within its walls... it's gone.” He shrugged.

“And you think you would really sell it?” She scoffed and moved up to the clerk, smiling at the girl before pulling out her wallet.

“I don't know. I guess for the right price we would have to consider it, you know?” He moved up behind her and wrapped his arms around her as she worked to slide her card through the reader.

“We would?” Jamie glanced up and noticed the cashier's eyes on Alex. It was going to be that way for a really long time, especially seeing as how his face was still on the covers of most major magazines. She also didn’t believe Alex would sell the company. He’d built it from scratch and made it the massive dollar-making machine it was today. It was his life, his blood. She kept the thought to herself, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Of course we would.” Alex kissed the side of her face before moving down to bag his own groceries.

“Are you Alex Reid?” The cashier asked, her voice soft and airy.

“I am, and this is my wife, Jamie.” He smiled and continued to bag up their stuff.

“Wow. And you're willing to bag your own groceries?” The girl laughed and looked over at Jamie. “Does he have a brother?”

“Yep. He does.” Jamie picked her card up and chuckled softly as Alex warned the girl about Mark.

They walked out of the grocery store in silence, their shoulders touching. Jamie couldn't help but be increasingly grateful for their relationship. It was comfortable and yet titillating at every turn.

“Do you think we could go on another vacation after Benton’s born?” She stopped by the back of the car and watched him load the groceries.

“Of course. I need to start taking some more time away from the office anyways. Where would you want go? If you could go anywhere in the world, and you can, where would my girl like for me to take her?” He closed the trunk and moved to put up the cart as she walked beside him.

“Somewhere warm. A beach maybe? We could get a little cottage on the sand and just lie around and soak up the sun.” She walked to her side of the car and glanced over the top of it as he stopped and locked eyes with her.

“What the lady wants, the lady gets.” He lifted his eyebrow. “I'm praying that tonight the lady wants me.”

“Are you kidding me?” She opened her door and got in. “My hormones have been raging for the last three days. All I've thought about was getting on my knees in front of you and tasting you.”

“Fuck, Jamie.” He glanced over as his eyes widened a little. “Now that's all I'm going to think about.”

“Then we should do it. We'll put the cold stuff away, and then I'll spend some time reminding you why you belong to me and not some other woman.” Jamie reached over and brushed her fingers over his lips.

He captured her hand and sucked her fingers into his mouth, rolling his warm, wet tongue over each digit.

She groaned as her body tightened, her nipples budding with his attention. “Hot damn!” She swallowed hard. “My turn to curse.”

He released her and reached down, stroking himself. “Yeah, ’cause you have a raging hard-on, too?”

“What's yours is mine.” She smirked and leaned over, running her hand over the length of him as he stiffened in his seat.

“Be careful, baby. I'll pull this car over and drag you into the backseat with me.” He pulled out of the parking spot as his teeth pressed into his bottom lip and he let out a hiss.

“Yeah, ’cause that won’t make me want to stop. Like I’m going to say no to the promise of getting in the backseat of a car with you. I'm pretty sure the memory of our first time in the back of a limo will forever be ingrained in my wall of fantasies experienced. As well as in your dad’s truck. The wall of shameful fantasies.”

“Where is this wall?” He glanced over at her and smirked.

“Hush, or I'll crawl over this seat and make you groan until you can't stand it anymore.” She ran her nails up the long length of him, tugging a little at the top as he groaned loudly.

“The wall sounds like it might be fake or made up. I'm thinking you should show it to me.” He glanced her way. “You ready to crawl over the seat yet?”