Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

"I don't." I run my fingers through her hair. "But you do."

She presses her lips together. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" I laugh. "That's the worst lie I've ever heard."

"Maybe." She tries to hold a poker face, but it only lasts a hot second. "Okay. A lot. I like this job."

"You love this job."

She nods. "I love you." She rises to her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.

Her kiss is hungry.

Fuck, I'm hungry for her.

I can't believe how good it feels, knowing I'm back. Knowing we have another few months before we have to deal with the off/on of touring again.

For three months, I'm all hers.

And she's all mine.

Fuck. I need her. Now.

I slide my hands to her lush ass and pull her body into mine. We're in plain view of a dozen offices and desks. At least half a dozen people are here. I'm sure they're all watching.

But I don't care.

Nothing is going to stop me from reuniting with my wife properly.

"Joel…" It's a plea as much as it's a warning. "Not here."

I motion to the empty conference room down the hall.

She doesn't hesitate. Her eyes light up as her teeth sink into her lip.

She takes my hand and leads me down the hall.

It must be two dozen steps. That feels like a thousand miles.

She pulls me into the room, locks the door, lowers the curtains.

"Sit on the table," I say.

She slides onto the table and spreads her legs. Her eyes fix on mine. Her hands go to the hem of her skirt. "I missed you so much, Joel."

"I missed you more."

"Not possible." She tugs her skirt up her thigh. Her eyes go to the ground. Her cheeks flush.

"It kills me to say this, but we can wait until we get home."

"I can't."

Thank fuck.

"That's not it. I… um…" She pulls her skirt up another few inches. "I have to show you something."

"Fuck yes."