Page 46 of When She Loves
“What?”
There’s a wicked glint in my wife’s eyes as she shoves the red box at me. “I got you a gift.”
I take it out of her hand.
Cartier.
Ah, yes, the last stop on her rendezvous today.
The expression on her face suggests she’s hoping to piss me off with her spending spree. What my wife doesn’t know is that I don’t give a flying fuck about her spending my money. I have plenty to spare. She’d have to establish a relationship with a yacht broker to really make a dent in my net worth. But I’m not going to make it clear just yet that all her effort was wasted. She’s glowing with barely suppressed excitement, and it’s fucking adorable.
I fix my face into my usual cold mask and open the box.
“It’s a tourbillon in a platinum case,” she croons. “When I saw it, I immediately thought of you.”
I tilt the watch, examining the intricate craftsmanship. “Why’s that?”
She drags her fingertip over the edge. “Cold, precise, calculating. Don’t those words ring a bell?”
“I’m flattered. You shouldn’t have.”
She spreads out her arms. “I felt bad getting all of these things for myself and nothing for you. I hope I didn’t overdo it.”
I close the box with a loud snap. “I got a call from my accountant after lunch.”
Her eyes spark. She looks so fucking eager. I don’t think anyone has ever been this excited about the prospect of me losing my temper. “Oh?”
“He was very surprised at the amounts on the transactions. You spent more than a million dollars in one afternoon.”
She grins. “Oops. I warned you I like to spend money.”
“You did.” I step closer and wrap my arm around her waist. “I told him whatever my wife wants, she gets.”
The smile on her face melts right off. “Youdid?”
“Anything to make you happy.” I lift the box with the watch. “Put it on?”
A notch appears between her brows. She takes the watch out of the box and undoes the clasp. I offer her my wrist, and she slips it on.
“You’re not angry?” She can’t even keep her disappointment out of her voice.
I tighten my arm around her waist. “Why would I be? Looks great,” I murmur, glancing down at the watch. We’re so close her nose is practically brushing against my jaw. Her breasts are pressed against my chest, and when I look down her shirt, I have to suppress a groan. God, I can’t wait to fuck her.
“Have someone bring the bags up to our bedroom,” I command Sabina.
Cleo makes a weak attempt to pull away from me, but I don’t let her. I hold her firmly in my arms until the maids appear and start taking the bags away.
“A gift this beautiful deserves a thorough thank you, don’t you think?” I ask when we’re alone.
Her eyes widen. “Hold o—”
I crush my lips against hers and slide my tongue inside her mouth.
Her sweet taste floods my senses. I push my fingers into her copper hair and tighten my fist, making it impossible for her to escape me.
Not that she’s trying to. I don’t know if it’s because I took her by surprise or because her body knows what she wants far better than her mind does, but she melts against me just like she did in the church and lets me pillage her mouth.
Her heat seeps through the fabric of my suit and sets me on fire. She feels so good in my arms. Images of her flawless body flash in front of my eyes, and my cock twitches. I press it against her thigh so that she knows exactly what she does to me.
