Page 86 of Dirty Roxie

“Can’t say that I do.”

“How have you made it through life this far without me?” she asks.

“I haven’t.”

I open the car door for her, then follow that luscious ass into the back seat, shutting the door after us. A habit I picked up over the last few months after realizing I like opening my own car door. More importantly, I like opening the car door for my second-in-command. My driver isn’t always happy about it, but he gets it.

“For real, how’d I do?” she asks as we pull out of the lot.

“Fucking fantastic,” I tell her.

“Oh yeah?” She pushes the button to raise the privacy panel in the town car. Then moves to straddle my lap. “I like fucking fantastic.”

I grab her ass and pull her against me. “I like you, Mrs. Sinclair.”

She leans in to kiss me. “I like you too, Mr. Sinclair.” Pulling back after a moment. “But, god, can you believe he pissed his pants? I mean, way to take the rest of the fun out of it for me.” She pouts.

“I promise we’ll find you another one soon.”

“Lucky for us, you have so many people constantly trying to undermine and cheat you, huh?”

“I don’t know if I’d call it luck,” I pull at the knot on her corset and try to loosen the strings so I can release her breasts. Grabbing one in each hand and squeezing.

“Oh, that’s good,” she moans.

“You’re good,” I tell her.

“You’re better,” she says, her face sincere. “The best man I know.”

Something she tells me a lot, especially since we got married on a bit of a whim. I think part of her is still afraid I will decide I’m not worthy and up and leave her.

What she doesn’t realize is in the short time I’ve had her in my life, I’ve become quite the selfish bastard. Deciding it doesn’t matter if I’m worthy or not. I like having her around. I’m used to it now. Dependent upon the positivity she brings to my life. How she uses her love to help slay my demons, one at a time.

Just like I’ll let her use my love to slay hers. When she’s ready. Because I know there’s something in her past she hasn’t shared with me, about someone named Charlie. Whoever that is. But I’m patient. I’ll wait until she’s ready.

Until then, I’m just grateful that we could work it out, just like I hoped we would when she agreed to give me another shot after Viktor’s service. And now here she is, by my side, and I get to keep her for as long as she’ll have me. And with any luck at all, it will be forever.

THE END

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