Chapter Twenty-Four
Maisie
Although I slept like a baby after Warren drained every ounce of energy out of me, I hate waking up and him already being gone for work.
I vaguely remember him kissing me goodbye and telling me he put my breakfast in the fridge for me to warm up later.
That man is obsessed with making sure I eat, but it’s another reason I love him. Even though it’s Monday and he’ll be at work all day, his mind is making sure my needs are met.
Since I still haven’t gone home to my parents’ house, I’m without my laptop, so I schedule a video chat with my assistant. I need the distraction while I attempt to shave every inch from the waist down. And hoping Warren doesn’t mind me using his razor.
“Why do you sound out of breath?” Taylor asks.
I propped my phone up and angled it toward the ceiling so she doesn’t get an unwanted show.
“’Cause tryin’ to shave between my cheeks is like doin’ gymnastics without stretchin’, or ya know, being flexible.”
“I-I’m sorry I asked.” She giggles.
Grabbing my phone, I readjust it so she can see my face. “Not as sorry as I am for you havin’ to hear about it.”
“Well…good luck? Besides that, how’re things going?”
I haven’t told her much since I was being cautious of people finding out the truth, but since I’ll be moving here, I had to explain myself.
“Great.” I beam. “Incredible, honestly. It feels too good to be true and I’m waiting for the impendin’ bomb to come and blow it all up.”
“Don’t think like that. You deserve to be happy and we can have virtual cocktail hours, so don’t worry about me.” We used to meet up once a week, so that’s something I’ll miss.
“I appreciate that, Tay. I’m just a nervous wreck until I can talk to Hayes, officially cancel the weddin’, and get my things moved here. It feels so quick but not at the same time.”
“It is quick, but that doesn’t mean it won’t work out. My little sister eloped after knowing her husband for only six days! Talk about insanity.”
“Wait, after less than a week?”
“Yep…and got knocked up six weeks later.”
“Sweet Lord.”
I finally manage to maneuver my foot up on the counter and spread wide enough to shave lower. Oh God, that feels weird. Too bad there’s not a local waxing salon or I’d be face down, ass up right now, letting someone else do it.
“Trust me, our parents weren’t happy about it either. But they’ve been together for five years and have two kids.”
“Damn. I guess when you know…”
“So they say.” She sighs, rolling her eyes, and I laugh. She hasn’t found anyone to settle down with yet, but I have no doubt she will.
“Warren has two brothers if you wanna move here,” I taunt. “Although they’re young and immature.”
She snorts. “The thirty-five-year-olds aren’t any better up here.”
We continue talking while I shave my legs and between my thighs, then I lotion every inch of my skin. I soaked in the bathtub earlier and finally finished the book I was reading.
Before hanging up, we discuss some of the résumés that have come in. I’m excited to hire more help to give me more time to focus on a work-life balance. Warren deserves that from me, and so do I.
My body shouldn’t feel like I’m fifty because I stay in one position for too long. Even though my desk can rise so I can stand while working, it still wreaks havoc on my back and hips.
“Good luck with everythin’. Keep me updated,” she says and then we say goodbye.
I’m not sure what Warren has planned for us this evening, especially since his lifting restrictions are over, but I want to be prepared. It feels like we’ve waited an eternity instead of a few days.
Warren
I should be home in a couple hours. Any ideas what you’d like for dinner?
I smile at his message, deciding to tease him a little.
Maisie
As long as it involves me being naked underneath you, I don’t really care what we eat.
Warren
Fuck, that was unexpected. My employee, Nicky, was standing over my shoulder so I could show him something on my laptop screen and read your message before I could swipe it away.
Oops.
Maisie
You mean Ricky? Also, my bad.
Warren
No, they’re brothers. He was on his honeymoon last week and today’s his first day back to work.
Maisie
They’re brothers and their names rhyme?
Warren
Yep.
I can’t help laughing because I just know Warren gives them shit for it.
Maisie
That’s what I get for trying to sext my husband at work. Thank God I didn’t send a photo of my recently shaved pussy.
My phone rings three seconds later.
“Hello, husband,” I purr.
“Maze…” His tone is firm, and I wince.
“He was still standin’ behind ya, wasn’t he?”
I hear laughter in the distance and a groan from Warren.
“Yeah, he was. ”
“Shit. Any chance he’ll pretend he didn’t read that?”
He sighs, breathing out roughly. “Highly unlikely.”
“Alright, so no more naughty textin’ while you’re at work.”
“You can in about five minutes when I kick his ass outta here so he gets to work.”
“In that case, prepare yourself, cowboy.”
“Gimme your best, wife.”
Ooh, I’m going to make him regret those words.
After hanging up, I make him wait longer than five minutes so he can suffer in anticipation. If I had any lingerie with me, I’d tease the shit out of him, but for now I have to improvise.
I lie naked in the middle of the bed and cross my legs so he can see my piercing just enough to notice I’m bare. Then I angle my phone high up so he’ll be able to see the skin that meets under my breasts but no nipple shot.
A glimpse of what’ll be waiting for him when he gets home.
After taking a few shots, I send him my favorite one with a text.
Maisie
Since you’re handling dinner, I’ll take care of dessert
I wait impatiently for his response, wondering if he got sidetracked or busy with work and hasn’t been able to check his phone.
Deciding to grab my Kindle, I get under the covers and grab the next book in the series I was reading.
Before I can finish the first chapter, the front door opens and slams shut. I jump at the booming sounds of boots storming down the hallway and then the bedroom door whips open .
“Jesus, you scared the shit outta me. I thought Bigfoot was comin’ for me.”
Without a word, he closes the gap between him and the bed, throws off the covers, and grabs my ankles. Then he yanks me down the mattress toward him.
“That was quite the photo you sent me…” His deep growl has me aching to squeeze my thighs, but he’s hovering above me and standing between my legs.
“Did you like it?” I smirk, losing the grip on my Kindle and leaning up on my elbows.
“I did,” he says with amusement. “So much so I had to leave work before someone saw my ragin’ boner.”
My eyes drop to his crotch and the grin that forms across my face is lethal. I love that I did that to him.
He cups my chin, bringing my gaze up to his. “And now you’re gonna pay for that little stunt.”
“Oh no…what a hardship that’ll be.”
Leaning in, he nips at my lower lip. “Such a sassy fuckin’ mouth.”
“You love it.” I slide my tongue out and his eyes track the movement. “Why aren’t you naked?”
He snickers, kneels on the floor, then brushes his nose up my thigh. “’Cause I’m supposed to be at work right now.”
“And yet, you’re not. So strip, cowboy.”
“Hm…maybe I’ll torture you instead the way you’re torturin’ me.” His finger breaches my pussy, slowly sinking inside.
Fuck, that feels good. I’m so wet, he easily adds a second.
His torturously slow movements bring me close to the edge before he pulls back and restricts me from my orgasm.
“Warren, please ,” I whine after the third time he edges me.
“Mm, you beg for me so sweetly, baby. I’m almost tempted to give in, but I want you so needy for it that by the time I return, I’ll have you squirtin’ before I even give you my cock.”
He pulls away, standing to his full height, and I hold out my hand, trying to grab him. “No! How dare you?”
Tilting my chin, he presses a tender kiss to my lips. “It’ll be worth the wait, my love. I promise.”
My pussy weeps, and I nearly cry at the loss of him.
“You’re so gonna pay for this,” I weakly threaten, plopping back on the mattress with a huff.
“I’ll be home at five.” He winks and then walks out of the bedroom.
Warren’s lucky there are less than two hours until he’s due back because the way he left me ready and wanting is pure torture.
I manage to get dressed so I’m not walking around naked, although I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, but I’m not taking the risk of one of his siblings or parents randomly showing up.
Instead of staying in bed waiting for him, I go downstairs to the library and snuggle up in the chair while I read. It’s hard not to think what it’ll look like in a couple months. My books on these shelves. Books I’ve read as a teenager and into adulthood. Books of authors I represent.
It’s still hard to comprehend that he built this for me.
But I’m grateful for it.
At some point, I doze off and wake up to the smell of something delicious cooking upstairs. Warren must be home and he didn’t come get me.
Knowing him, he probably showered first and then started dinner. The man is nothing if not predictable in sticking to his schedule, which now includes making sure I eat.
Going upstairs, I find Warren standing in front of the stove, shirtless, in only a pair of joggers and looking every inch irresistible. I wrap my arms around him, plastering my chest to his back, and squeeze.
“That smells so good, whatever it is,” I say, pressing a kiss between his shoulders.
“Smothered pork chops,” he informs me, spinning in my arms and cupping my face. He dips down and brushes his lips against mine.
“Mm…a girl could get used to this.” I melt into him, sliding my hands over his bare stomach. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You looked so peaceful sleepin’, but I was about to since the food’s almost done.
” He twists a strand of hair behind my ear, giving me the sweetest smile.
“I liked findin’ you down there. Panicked at first when you weren’t in the usual places, but seein’ you in the readin’ chair I got for you made me stupidly happy. ”