Page 332 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Knight

Rick is the first to rise to his feet. "Hey Penny, this asshat treating you okay?” He stabs his thumb in my direction.

Across from him, Finn cackles. When I glare at him, he mimes zipping up his lips.

“Hey, Rick, thanks for bringing him home the other day.” She turns to the other man. “You, too, Finn.”

“Any time.” Rick jerks his chin.

“You bet.” Finn flashes her a wide smile.

She smiles back.

A slow burn creeps under my skin. Hold on, are you jealous because she smiled at another man?

"I need to talk to my husband, and I’d appreciate it if you gentlemen would—" She gestures toward the door.

It’s Finn who jumps to his feet now, "Of course. No problem." He walks over to my wife. " Just a reminder, he doesn’t deserve you." He grabs her by her shoulders and kisses her on each cheek.

Something funny twists my stomach. Anger stabs my chest. I spring to my feet so quickly, my chair hits the floor. Rick gapes at me as I rush past him. I reach Finn, grab his arm and yank him away from her. "Hands off her," I growl.

He seems taken aback, then a sly smile curves his lips. "Getting all jealous and possessive, huh? That’s good." He closes one eye in the direction of my wife. "Maybe you’ll get that honeymoon after all."

"Did you wink at her?" I snap.

"Moi?" He holds up his hands an innocent look on his face. "Just something in my eye, dude."

"Get out of here or you’ll get something in your eye, all right," I wave my fist in front of his eyes.

Finn’s grin widens. "Whatever you say." He steps back, and with a last bow in her direction, he heads for the door.

Rick walks over. "I’ll let you know once I finalize the details of the sports-management company." He holds out his hand.

I shake.

With a tilt of his head toward her, he leaves. The door snicks shut.

She turns on me. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You going all caveman and pretending to be all territorial."

"I have no idea what you’re talking about." I head toward my desk.

"You got jealous when Finn kissed me on my cheek.”

"You must be mistaken." I pull up a document on my computer. The words blur in front of my eyes. I’m too aware of her scent, her presence, the way she walks toward me with that sensuous sway of her hips. She drips sex-appeal, and she has no idea about it. Her innocence— Despite everything I’ve done to her body, she has that innocence about her eyes that draws me in and threatens to engulf me.

It’s why I need to stay focused on this merger. It’s important to keep my eyes on the prize. The ownership of this company. That’s what matters. I manage to bring my attention back to the job at hand when she walks around the table and leans a hip against it.

"You’re going into business with Rick and Finn?"

"It would seem that way, yes."

"As your assistant and your wife, it would be helpful to know what you’re planning."

I hesitate, then nod. "You’re right."

"I am?"

I turn toward her. "It will help you do your job better if you have some idea of what was coming down the line, yes."

She frowns. "Being your wife is not a job."

"But being my fake wife is."

Her frown deepens. "Last night didn’t feel fake to me."

"You mean the passion, and the spontaneous combustion when we come together? Sure, there’s a thread of truth running through it. But that means nothing. You signed a deal. That’s all that exists between us. We’re an arrangement, and don’t forget that."

The light in her eyes fades, and I instantly feel like I’m lower than an earthworm in the food chain, fuck. Then she squares her shoulders, and says, "You haven’t told me about this sports management venture with Rick and Finn."

I search her eyes, but other than the slight dullness, she seems to have gotten a hold of her emotions. Apparently, I’m not the only one who can present a mask to the world.

"I’m buying an ice hockey team."

She blinks. "There’s no ice hockey in England."

"Sure there is. You Americans don’t know, is all. Britain’s men's national ice hockey team won gold at the Olympics and medals at the World Championships in the 1930s.” I turn back to my computer screen and pull up a new page. "Take a look."

She walks toward me to peer over my shoulder. "The London Ice Kings?"

"That’s the team I’m buying."

"And the national league is called the Elite Ice Hockey League?"

"Yep, it’s growing in size every year. There’s global interest in sponsoring teams.”

"And you plan to get in on the action early?"

"Very good." Of course, my wife is clever and bright, and if she’d had the opportunities I've had, she’d have thrived in the corporate world. It’s not too late.

She can be your partner, in more ways than one.

An asset. Someone in your corner, with your best interests at heart.

The only other person I’ve trusted like this is Adam.

Is my Little Dove someone who will not be revolted by what happened to me when I was taken captive?

"But how is Rick connected to this?"

I push away the laptop then pat the desk in front of me. "Come sit, I’ll tell you."

She frowns. "You’re not going to try any hanky-panky are you?"

I hold up my hands. "In the office, I’m your boss. You’re my assistant. I promise to keep our relationship strictly professional."

"Hmm."

When she doesn’t sit, I glance down at her feet. "Those may not be very high heels, but I bet you’ll be more comfortable if you take the weight off your feet."

She searches my features, and whatever she sees there, must reassure her because she slides onto the desk.

"Here, let me help you." I rise to my feet then boost her further onto the desk. Without taking my hands off her curvy hips, I murmur, "I’m trying to coerce Rick—who’s an ex-NHL player—to come out of retirement and be the captain. Finn, who’s also ex-NHL, has agreed to be the goalie.

Your friend Giorgina will be perfect for the role of the PR manager. "

“I do like Gio." She purses her lips. "Though she can be outspoken.”

"How so?"

“She’s the only one who suspects our relationship isn’t what it should be, and she hasn’t held back from mentioning it to me, either."

"Is that right?’

She nods. "It’s thanks to her, I realized I want to go on a honeymoon."

I slide my hands down until I’m gripping the outside of each of her thighs. When I tug, she parts her legs. I step between them, and she’s forced to widen her stance. I lean in, and the tent at my crotch pushes into her core.

"I hope you're taking notes of the highlights of our meeting, like a good assistant.

" I palm the back of her butt and smoothly slide her forward so her pussy is snug around my dick—through the barriers of what we're wearing, I know I’m big and aroused enough that she can feel every throb of the blood draining to my cock.

"I—" she gasps. "I—"

I pinch her nipple through her jacket and the camisole she’s wearing inside, and she moans. I cup her tit, and she pushes her chest forward so her breast is enveloped by my palm.

"Do you have any more questions?”

She shakes her head.

"Well, I have one, Little Dove. Is a honeymoon where I fuck you day and night enough, or would you rather we do it my way?"

"Wha—" She swallows. "What is your way?"

I urge her to tip up her chin so I can peer into her eyes. "One in which I stay buried inside you for the entire time."