Page 28 of Staking His Claim
But as we neared Lauren, his PA’s, desk, she looked up. Then eyes widening, she looked from our linked hands to our faces and back again a couple of times before a smile broke out on her face.
And since Fletcher didn’t stop after his brisk “good morning,” she was left to jump up from her desk and chase us into his office.
“Finally. About damn time,” she said.
“You knew?” I gasped.
“That you two were on fire for each other? Please. You both thought you were so good at hiding it but you can barely keep your eyes off each other. It was kinda hilarious. No offense, boss.” She half-smiled at Fletcher before her eyes darted back to our linked hands.
“I’ll let it slide this time, Lauren,” Fletcher said drily. “If you congratulate us properly, then go remind my HR director that I don’t appreciate tardiness.”
“I’m here, Mr. Knight,” a voice said from the door.
Fletcher turned, still holding my hand.
Allison Durant clocked it along with the rock on my finger and cleared her throat. “I think I know what this is about. Shall we get started, sir?”
EPILOGUE
Fletcher
Two Weeks Later
“Just one more,baby. Tell me which role you want to play,” I coaxed.
“Fletcher, our guests are waiting,” my brand-new bride protested, although she didn’t move from where I had her pinned against the wall, beautifully disheveled, in the honeymoon suite of our hotel.
“They can wait,” I dismissed. “I paid a fuck-ton to keep them entertained. They can damn well give me another half hour with my bride.”
The number of VIP guests who’d dropped everything to RSVP yes to our wedding invitation had left Emily awestruck.
In a ballroom several floors below, we were hour three into a ten-hour soiree chock-full with activities.
Hell, just last night a stunned Emily had announced that our mothers had even worked in half-hour spa recovery treats to ensure our guests would be refreshed at various intervals through the evening and night.
I held back a smile every time she gasped when confronted with another facet of my mother’s determination to turn our wedding into the most talked-about event in Chicago for decades to come.
In the past two weeks Emily and her family had learned that the Knights didn’t half-ass anything they set their minds to. She’d groaned in mock despair while confessing to knowing where I inherited my boundless stamina from.
I didn’t admit that my addiction to her fueled a large portion of my motivations.
And the fact that she was beginning to steadily match it? Pure heaven on earth. Sure, I doubted she would catch up in this lifetime, but we had many more.
“Answer my question, baby.”
“Scullery maid and lord of the manor, please.” Her swift response told me she’d been prepared for this, had probably held this one back specially for tonight.
And even with her head bent forward, I saw the deep blush creeping up her cheek. The corner of her plump lower lip caught between her teeth. And I knew if I tugged up her chin and forced her gaze up, I’d see the wild flame of anticipation in her eyes.
Sure enough, it went straight to my cock, robbing me of breath. “Jesus, Emily. You’re going to kill me before we make it to the honeymoon, aren’t you?”
We were headed out to a private Caribbean Island oasis for a week, courtesy of a grateful client, and I couldn’t wait to fuck my wife on a beach while the waves lapped at my balls.
“Are you saying you can’t keep up, My Lord?”
Predictably, the dare lit my competitive fuse.
Stepping back from the wall, I yanked her hips back into my groin. I ripped her panties off the second we entered the suite, but she still had her white garter and stocking set and the sky-high heels, and my dick throbbed just staring at the spectacular vision she made.
