Page 29 of Nothing to the Wedding

“Mm hmm.”

Raising her hand, she admired her ruby.“Good thing you offer me something bigger.”

“Mm hmm.”

She softened to saucy.“Something better.”

“Any time you want it, Lola Bunny.”

“Better get that jealousy in check, Casanova.Breathe through it.The pain will get easier in time.”

He growled.“No can do, sorry.I’m jealous that the air you breathe gets inside you, exactly where I want to be right now.”

“Where you always want to be.”

“Mm hmm.”

“Where I want you.”Every frickin’ second.“I’m staying nice and warm and wet for you, always just for you, baby.”

“Damn straight, Lola Bunny.Shit, my hands hurt, I need to touch you so bad.It’s been too long, baby.”

Legs loosening, her fingertips started on her knee, as they rose, her fingers joined them, her palm, all the way to her inner thigh.

“Keep talking, Party Boy.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I’m all alone here… on the warm leather in this big, expensive car.All alone…”

“And if I was there, you wouldn’t be on the leather, you’d be on my cock already.”

“Mmm…” she purred, parting her thighs further to touch the fabric of her panties.“Would I, baby?”

“Yeah, I’d take that hot, fucking tight little bod and—”

Quiet.

Huh?Shit.Her screen was black, it was dead.Damn her.Oh, well, to be continued.

EIGHT

“GREG HATFIELD, as I live and breathe!”she exclaimed, opening her arms wide as she strode into the suite’s living room.“I trust you found everything you need?”

He came to do the Hollywood double kiss.“All I need is you.”

“Aww, you’re a sweetheart.”Somehow Zairn’s proclamation of the same also felt more sincere.Of course his was more about love and Hatfield’s was all about the money.“Thank you.Should we…”

She gestured at the couch and they sat.

Was this what the First Lady felt like?Shuttling people this way and that.Playing hostess had become second nature.In the club, in the boardroom, integrating into Zairn’s life had been so seamless that she almost hadn’t noticed it was happening.Now it was just… life.

When he said things belonged to her, he meant it.In fact, he’d laid things directly in her path, or had others do it, which often forced her to act.His life was hers, their symbiosis was—okay, so she wasn’t getting into that team building, cult crap.

“Zairn’s still in New York?”Hatfield asked.

“Yes, you don’t have to worry about him pouncing on us unexpectedly.”

That was a joke, it was a joke.Justifying it felt necessary even though Zairn wasn’t in the room.He’d never doubt her loyalty but maybe had lingering trauma from her friendship with Hatfield during the documentary.