Page 132 of The Wrong Husband

I walk across the floor of our bedroom to the en suite. The shower’s already running. I can see the outline of her curvy body through the clear glass of the shower cubicle. I pull the door to the cubicle open and position myself at the entrance.

She looks over her shoulder and when she sees me, her mouth falls open. "I’m showering," she says over the sound of the water.

"I’m very aware of that." I allow myself to follow the flow of the water down her back, over the flare of her spectacular hips and her thick thighs.

"Stop," she says in a breathless voice.

"Can’t I admire how beautiful my wife is?" I fold my arms across my chest and lean a shoulder against the doorframe.

She hesitates.

"We’re going to be late. You’d better hurry. Don’t want to keep the family waiting, do you?"

Truthfully, asking Brody to drop us off at home so we could change was my way of delaying things. I'm not in any hurry to see my family. A day and a half are nothing in terms of everything I want to do to my wife. I barely whetted my appetite in all the ways I mean to have her.

I’m just getting to know her body and what she loves, just beginning to win her trust.

She turns back to the shower and quickly soaps herself. I’m distracted by the foam sliding over her luscious body. My phone vibrates. I ignore it. It vibrates with another message, so I reluctantly pull it from my pocket and take a look.

It’s the third one from Save the Kids. Apparently, donating money comes with a new set of expectations. It’s my responsibility to ensure the money is spent properly. With a final glance at her reaching for the towel to dry herself off, I turnand head out into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, I exchange a flurry of messages with the CEO of the charity.

When she emerges ten minutes later, I’m just wrapping up my conversation. I look up to find she’s already dressed and has even dried her hair.

"You’re quick," I say in surprise.

"Comes from being a doctor and having to always get dressed in record time." Then she nods toward my phone. "Everything okay?"

"It is now." I’m aware there’s a thread of lust running through my voice. And there’s heat in my gaze.

She tosses her head. "Is that all you can think of?"

"When my wife’s standing there looking like a siren, I think I can be forgiven for having a one-track mind."

She blushes, a pleased look in her eyes. Then she grows serious. "But really, is everything okay? I saw you frowning at the phone."

I blow out a breath and roll my shoulders. This isn’t a mission, so I can share the highlights with her.

Sheismy wife. And I want to start the new relationship by being as open as possible with her. Perhaps, that will help in her being open with me, too?

"Turns out, there’s been a coup in a country where Save the Kids operates. It’s led to a border lockdown. Their convoy carrying life-saving medication is being detained. They’ve also been taken as prisoners.”

“Oh, no,” she gasps.

“They need help mediating the release of both."

"So, they want you to help with the negotiations?"

I nod slowly. "My connections within MI5 give me unique leverage."

She wrinkles her forehead. "It sounds serious."

"Not more than usual."

She tilts her head. "Are you still taking on undercover assignments?"

"Do you not want me to?"

She blinks. "Would you stop if I asked you to?"