She grins. “You’re proud of me too, admit it, Ash.”
I laugh. “I admit it. My wife is brilliant.”
Something flashes in her eyes when I say wife. I see that flash often, like it touches her, but then as if she catches herself, it disappears.
“Happy dance, happy dance.” She wiggles her hips in the fitted dress, and my dick takes notice.
“You know there are other ways to dance.”
The flash appears and dissipates. “Yeah, well, I like vertical dancing.”
I step forward, wrapping my arm and drawing her into my body. “It can be done vertically.” I pin her to the wall. The flash this time is desire. I slide my hands up her thighs, lifting the skirt of her dress as I grind my dick against her.
She lets out a soft moan. My fingers dip into her panties, finding her wet. I coat my finger and then bring it to my lips. “Mmm.”
Her breath hitches.
“What do you say, Hannah? Would you like to dance vertically with me?”
“Yes.” The little whimper she makes nearly undoes me completely. I slide my fingers along her pussy again. I yank on her panties, pulling them down. Her hands fumble with my beltand button, but soon she’s freed my cock, her hand, small and soft, stroking him until I can’t take it anymore.
I lift her up. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on, Hannah.” I press her against the wall and drive into her.
“Oh, God.” Her fingers clutch at my shoulders.
“I’m Ash. Say my name.”
“Ash.”
I reward her by thrusting in again, grinding against her. Her pussy is pulsing around me, making my vision blur, it feels so fucking good.
I capture her mouth, unable to get enough. She arches into me as I fuck her against the wall of our foyer. The Rileys could return. Any of our staff could walk in. I don’t give a shit. It would take an act of God to keep me from this moment.
All my vows are out the window. The vow to use a condom. The vow to never feel anything for a woman again. The vow to not fall for my wife.
“Do you feel me, Hannah? Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Yes… Oh, God… Yes… Ash… Ash…” She cries out, her pussy contracting around my cock until I see stars.
“Yes… fuck, yes, I’m coming, Hannah… I’m coming.” I pump everything I am into her until I collapse against her.
Her legs slip from my waist, and I look down on her. For a split second, I see it again. The flash that I think says she loves me. But it’s gone, replaced by the mask of the woman who agreed to keep this relationship physical.
I think of my brothers, Flint and Blaise, happy in marriage. One a father, the other an expectant dad. All my brothers’ words about Meghan wanting me to be happy, about letting the past go and learning to live again, come back to me. My heart fills with emotion that feels both enlightening and scary as fuck.
“Hannah.” I’m not sure what is about to come out of my mouth. My phone rings, and a quick glance tells me it’s Phoenix. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
Hannah gives me a smile, but it’s not the one that lights her up from the inside out. It’s the dutiful one. The one that says she recognizes her role, her place. “Tell Phoenix it’s about time to bring the Keans down.” She pats my chest and then scoots around me and heads upstairs.
For the first time in ten years, I want to skip the mission tonight and be with my wife. Instead, I answer the phone. “It’s about time to bring the Keans down.”
21
JENNA
Ican barely contain my smile as I step into our favorite coffee shop, my two guards hanging back to give me some privacy while staying close enough to watch over me. Two other guards wait outside.
Katie, Sophia, and Maria are already at our usual corner table, and their faces light up when they see me.
