76. Elhyor
76
Elhyor
A ngélique is like a tornado when she enters my office.
She doesn’t knock—never does, really—moves furniture just so she can sit wherever she wants, and throws most of what’s on my desk away.
The furniture she moved? The chair I’m sitting on.
Why? So she can sit in front of me on my desk, which explains everything that was previously on said desk now being on the ground.
But that’s not what makes me pause the most.
No, what makes me pause is the wide smile she is currently sporting.
“You found something?” I ask, incredulous.
She crosses her legs right in front of me, and it stretches the black leather leggings she’s currently wearing, making me want to slide my hands against her thighs.
“Look at me, you animal,” she says with a chuckle, perfectly aware of where my mind went for a few seconds.
Have we been fucking like rabbits in heat? Yes.
Do I still want her? Yes, every day and every second of each day.
Do I see an end to it? No, and I don’t want there to be an end because, as unexpected as it is, I think I’m falling in love with my wife.
I comply with her command and turn my face in her direction. In this position we’re almost eye to eye and it makes it easier on me, but the proximity also means that the beast inside of me is restless if I’m not putting my hands—claws—all over her.
I settle for setting my hands on the side of her thigh and wait for her to tell me what she found.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what I found?” She asks before speaking again, “Well, if we want to be precise, I’m not the one who found the crucial part of all of these, it’s Cassiopé. My info, plus hers, narrows down a bit more where to look for.”
”So?” I ask her, but this doesn’t seem to be enough for her because she raises an eyebrow in a questioning way, so I add, “What did you find, Little Devil?”
She gives me a chastising look that doesn’t feel real anymore. I used to think it annoyed her that I called her that, but now it’s almost as if the chastising look is only for show and that she has grown fond of it.
Not as much as when I call her wife, though. When I call her wife, it seems to trigger something inside of her. Especially when I’m buried deep inside of her.
“Where did your mind go?” she asks me as she cups my cheek and brings me back to here and now. “Don’t tell me now,” she adds, “I feel like it’s something that is going to make me forget why I came here in the first place.”
She is right.
She loves when I talk dirty to her and if I start now, more of the stuff that is on my desk is going to end up on the ground. I know that for sure.
“Anyway,” she starts again, “you need to send your guys to visit castles in la Loire. The ones that are inside cities. That narrows it down a bit more. I went to see Luc right before coming here. He’s working on a list already.”
That’s what I like about Angélique. She doesn’t just ask what she can do to help; she takes charge even if she’s still trying to find exactly where she fits in all my life.
“You could have ordered them to go, you know…” I tell her as I toy with the bottom of her shirt.
I have no idea when my hands started traveling up her body, though, but the harsh intake of air I can hear stops me.
“Do you truly mean that?” she asks in a low voice. It still sounds strong, but I can hear the hesitation in her words, anyway.
My wife is a badass, but she’s not used to being the one in command.
I might be a possessive asshole, but the beast inside of me agrees with the man. She was supposed to be nothing when that marriage started, but all I want now is for her to be my equal.
“I married you. Everything that is mine is yours. My men, my house, my body and even my heart.”
Maybe I’m not just starting to fall in love with my wife.
I’m an idiot.
I know I’m in love with my wife, and if those last words don’t give me away, I don’t know what would.