Page 39 of Wicked Throne

"Oh my God..."

"So like....is the sex good?"

"Yeah Diamond....is the sex good?"

Inwardly, I cringed.

He was home.

Thierry had entered quietly and found me gossiping. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.

"Holy shit," Trey began laughing on the other end of the phone. Her ass had to be drunk.

"Bye Trey, I'll see you at dinner. Be here on time!"

"Bye girrrlll!!!"

Picking up the phone the red end button came into sight and I ended the call. I could see the white of Thierry's teeth from the corner of my eye. He was smiling like the damn cat that ate the canary.

"Stop smiling," I rolled my eyes.

"Why would I want to do that...you were about to tell her about how I gave you the best fuck of your life."

He came over and wedged himself in between my legs and then casually wrapped his arms around my waist. A sigh left my lips and I draped my arms over his shoulders.

"Wife."

"Husband."

"I'm sorry I had to leave....it all smells delicious by the way."

"And get this...not one inch of nutmeg was used."

"I'll be better next year."

I wanted to vomit.

We were being nice.

He was planning on there being a damn next year. I was not a fan of how all this looked. I pushed at his chest and he relented. Scrambling off the counter, I tucked my phone in my back pocket.

"Well keep an eye on things."

"Wait...where are you going?"

"Home."

"Diamond...you are home."

"This is not..."

His mouth crashed into mines. Before I could utter another word, he was peeling the sweater over my head. If I didn't stop him he was going to take me in the kitchen. I wanted to gag the thought. Yeah, that seemed sexy in movies but in real life...no.

"Stop," I said breathlessly.

"Why?"

"Not here....take me to our bedroom."