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She scowled. “You always have to take it to a weird place.”
“I do,” I agreed. “I’m being serious when I say this, though.” I leaned in so our mouths were mere inches apart. “You’re my reward, too, Ruby. That’s exactly how I see things.”
She sighed as she kissed me, her body melting into mine. I held her tight, content for the first time in … well … forever. Then something occurred to me. “You remember the orgasms finally, don’t you? That’s why you’re looking back on that night with such fondness.”
“Oh, geez,” she muttered, causing me to grin. “You just couldn’t let it go, could you?”
“I really couldn’t,” I agreed. “Just tell me you remember the orgasms.”
“Rex, I always remembered the orgasms.”
“I knew it!” I wanted to pump my fist in victory, but somehow I refrained. “There was no way you couldn’t remember those orgasms. They were too good. Ha!”
“You need to let it go, Rex.” She didn’t sound as amused now.
That didn’t stop me from being me. “Ha,” I repeated.
“Oh, geez.” She flopped to her back and threw an arm over her head. “Did you at least finish the crib.”
“Of course I did. Our child will be sleeping in style. Now I require breakfast to make up for my manual labor and the detrimental way in which you dismissed my orgasms.”
“I cannot believe you went there.”
“Well, believe it, babycakes. My orgasms are gifts from the gods.”
“I never know when to shut my mouth.”
We had that in common, and I was glad for it.
23
TWENTY-THREE
“Sit,” Rex ordered before I could leave my suite. He was focused on a catalog—he’d been obsessed with shopping for the past two weeks—and he didn’t bother sparing me a glance.
“Um … last time I checked, this is my suite,” I countered. “If you want to boss somebody around, you have your own suite.”
“That’s nowhere near as much fun as bossing you around in your suite,” he replied, not missing a beat. “Now … sit.”
I narrowed my eyes. “See, when you tell me what to do, I want to argue just to argue. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re not the boss of me.”
Rex finally glanced up. The way he grinned told me that he was enjoying my fiery response. “If I beg, will you sit down?”
I snorted. “You’re not going to beg.”
“I might if I thought it would get me what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
His eyes sharpened, something akin to lust flashing hot before simple adoration took over. “I would like you to rest your feet before a long day with your family in the boardroom,” was his simple reply.
I glared at him. “You know I can take care of myself, right?”
“I do know that.” His head bob was perfunctory. “I also know that I want to take care of you. Why can’t we take care of each other? Just because you can take care of yourself—and I would never deny that—it doesn’t mean you always have to take care of yourself. Perhaps what I want is to spoil you.”
I was intrigued despite myself. “What does that look like?”
He chuckled at my suspicious response. “Sit. Please,” he hastily added when I glared.
