“Ihave a confession.” I glance down at my phone sitting on my sewing table, wondering what the hell Marks is about to confess. I have her on speaker since I’m alone in Warren and my bedroom. We often will leave our phones open and talk to each other while doing other things. Today I’m sewing pockets onto a new summer dress Cosima had gotten.
It was beyond flattering when she asked me to do it. Cosima loves fashion, but her stuff is super fancy. I worried about altering a dress that likely cost two thousand dollars. Especially adding pockets to it. My only comfort was knowing if I mess it up, Warren can use those stocks he told me about to fix it.
“Are you going to say it?” I ask when Marks remains silent. I swear she is so dramatic when she has news. She loves to dangle it for a bit before she divulges the goods.
“I’m obsessed with male thighs.” Marks lets out a dramatic sigh. “Why are they so hot?” I can’t argue with that. “I could hump a thigh.” I burst into laughter. “It’s not funny! I don’t want to be into thighs.” I can’t help the images of Warren’s thick, muscular thighs that flash through my head.
“It’s human nature, I think I read that.” I could be wrong. “It has to do with thrusting and sex. The power is in the thighs.”
“Okay, that’s great and all. I understand that, but I like them hairy! What about that gross part?”
“Is it gross if it turns you on?”
“Hmm. I don’t know.” I can hear her shifting around. “You know, people with some kinks like getting peed on, do they think it’s gross?”
“How would I know?” How do we end up in these conversations?
‘You’re the one who is having all the sex.’ My cheeks warm at her comment. I have been having lots of sex. I wiggle in my seat, thinking about Warren waking me with his mouth and then his cock.
‘It’s vanilla sex.’ It’s not that I’m complaining. We’re still getting the hang of it. It’s been a week, and my mind is still trying to process that Warren was a virgin too. I mean, it makes sense with how he can be and his personality, but he didn’t fuck me like a virgin. But then again, what the hell do I know?
‘Still more than I’m having.’
‘Maybe that’s why you’re obsessed with thighs. This came out of nowhere.’
‘Right,’ Marks says way too quickly.
‘It didn’t?’
‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ She huffs. ‘I gotta go. I got a project to finish for work.’
‘Text me later.’ We say our goodbyes, but I can’t help but think something is up with my best friend. She has been distracted lately.
I finish the last few stitches of the second pocket. I check the dress over, happy with my work. I grab it, taking it downstairs to find Cosima, but first I’m going to swing by Warren’s office and steal a kiss. I hear soft murmurs when I enter the hallway that leads toward the front entry where Warren’s office is.
I pause when I see a handful of girls around my age lingering in the entryway. What the hell is going on? I watch a blond girl leave Warren’s open office doors before Brian, one of his men, motions for another to enter. I can’t help the jealousy that rears up inside of me.
Since Warren and I are on this effective communication kick, I decide that I’m going to find out exactly what’s going on. I make my way to where the girls are congregated. Gone are the days that I don’t ask questions around here.
A few of the girls standing in line look at me. I paste on my friendliest smile even though I’m not feeling very friendly at the moment. I slide in behind them, hoping Brian is too distracted to notice.
A few seconds later, I see Cosima about to walk by, but she pauses too. Her brows furrow together, and I’m sure she’s wondering the same thing I am. When she spots me, she comes to stand next to me.
“What’s happening?” she whispers.
“Not a clue. That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
Cosima’s lips press together, and she doesn’t appear happy. She stares at me; her eyes shift back and forth to the girl next to us, silently telling me to talk to her. I give her a hard stare right back, telling her to do it.
“Holy shit, who is that? He’s fucking hot,” a girl behind me says to another. I follow her line of sight and now see Z; he too appears perplexed about what is happening here.
“Cosima,” he barks, making half of us jump. Z is always calm and kind of funny for the most part.
“What did you do?” I ask without moving my mouth so Z can’t tell I’m talking to her.
“Who knows? I breathe, and he’s got a fucking problem with it.”
“Watch your mouth.” Z eyes all the girls.
“How about you watch your eyes?’ Cosima snaps back at him, causing everyone to turn and see what is happening.
‘Someone can’t watch their own eyes,’ the girl who called Z hot says with a smugness that I know is to dig at Cosima and try to get Z’s attention. Cosima swings around to face the girl but doesn’t get a chance to respond to her. Z beats her to it.
‘How about you mind your own fucking business and get the fuck out of here?’ He points toward the double front doors. The girl lets out a small gasp.
‘I’m here to see Warren. I was invited.’
‘Okay, yeah, you can leave.’
Her nose scrunches. ‘And who are you?’ Her eyes roam me up and down.
‘The lady of the house.’ Isn’t that what Marcello called me? It’s so ridiculous that I can’t help but laugh. I can’t believe I said that.
‘Yes, she’s the lady of the house.’ Cosima folds her arms over her chest.
‘You.’ Z points to the girl. ‘Get gone or I’ll have you physically removed.’ His finger swings over to Cosima. ‘You stay put.’
‘You stay put,’ Cosima mimics while rolling her eyes. I see a tic form in Z’s jaw.
‘Whatever. I didn’t want to be friends with whoever this girl is. I only wanted to see Warren Marino.’ The girl stomps toward the front door, her heels loud on the marble flooring.
‘I’ll go see what the hell is going on.’ Z spins on his heels, heading into Warren’s office. Cosima and I glance at each other before we quickly follow after him. We want to know too.
‘I’ll move all I want,’ Cosima mutters under her breath. Since when did she and Z have so many issues? I remember them getting along years ago.
‘The hell are you talking about?’ Z is staring at Warren.
‘I’m doing interviews.’ Warren stands when he sees me enter his office. I go straight to him.
“Do you need an assistant?” I can’t see Warren having an assistant, but he might need one for paperwork. He doesn’t speak a ton about his work, but he works from home more often than not. But I do want to know why all the girls are all around my age from what I could tell. Why isn’t there a mix of people of different ages?
“No.” Warren sits back down in his chair, pulling me into his lap.
“I can assist you.” I play with the collar of his buttoned-up shirt, undoing the top button.
“You do enough.” He kisses my cheek.
“This is really sweet and really gross,” Cosima says while watching us.
“I told you to stay put.” Z shakes his head. “You never listen.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” The two of them glare at each other.
“When do you go back to school?” Z asks her. Cosima flinches like he struck her.
“Like you don’t know. And why are you even here? The wedding is over. Why don’t you scurry back to your bachelor pad?”
“I’m here because I have to keep an eye on you.”
“I’m an adult. I don’t need you to keep an eye on me.”
“You don’t act like it,” he fires back. Both Warren and I watch them, our heads swinging back and forth to see what will be said next. I honestly have no clue who will win this showdown, but I get a sense that there really won’t be a winner.
“Both of you knock it off,” Warren tells them.
“Yeah, let’s get back to why there is a herd of young girls in the entryway.” I turn my attention back to my husband.
‘Wait until you hear this,’ Z mutters. Warren must have told him before Cosima and I followed him.
‘What?’
‘I had a group of women your age vetted, and these are the ones that were cleared to come for the interview.’
‘Vetted?’ I have no clue where Warren is going with this.
‘Screened. I had them looked into and portfolios made,’ Warren says as though this is supposed to clear everything up for me.
‘For what?’ Why is it so hard to get an answer when Z got it in seconds?
‘I’m interviewing possible friends for you.’
I stare at my husband. It takes me a few seconds to even comprehend his explanation. And once I do, I’m still unsure if I heard him correctly.
‘What the hell?’ Cosima whispers. I’m sure her mind is as boggled as mine.
‘You’re interviewing possible friends for me?’ I repeat, wanting to make sure I have this right.
‘You said Marks was your best and only friend.’ Warren shrugs as though him holding interviews to find me new friends isn’t the most outlandish thing.
‘Oh my God.’ Cosima starts to laugh.
‘Are you trying to find me new friends overall? Which is insane,’ I quickly add. ‘Or are you trying to replace Marks?’ While I think his actions are the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard, I’m starting to suspect they aren’t just to get me new friends.
‘If a better so-called friend comes along, then I’m sure that person would then take this best friend spot. No?’
‘I can’t.’ Cosima laughs even harder, practically doubling over at this point.
‘Warren.’ I take his handsome face in my hands. ‘That is not how that works. You don’t interview friends.’
‘Why not?’
‘Friends happen naturally.’ Holy crap, I love this man. He really does want to make me happy so he can keep me right next to him.
“I can be her friend, but you won’t let her go anywhere.” Cosima is quick to chime in.
“You don’t need to shop every two seconds,” Z tells her.
“And you don’t need to run your mouth every two seconds either, but here we are. Why are you not shutting the fuck up?”
“Watch it,” Z warns her, his expression turning really pissed off. Cosima does have a special skill set to get calm Z to be, well, not so calm.
“Do you want to go shopping?” Warren ignores them, his attention on me.
“It might be fun to hang out.” I shrug one shoulder.
“Might? I’m right here.” Cosima motions up and down at herself, making me laugh.
‘All right.’ Warren lets out a small sigh. ‘I’ll have something arranged.’
‘I’ll go with them.’ Z steps forward.
‘No! He’ll ruin everything.’ Cosima stomps her foot.
‘You’re a spoiled brat, you know that?’
‘And you’re an asshole.’ Cosima gives him the sweetest smile. ‘Did you know that? I’m guessing you do.’
‘Enough!’ Warren barks at them. ‘I’ve had enough of all this. Everyone out of my office.’ I know he’s not speaking to me because his hold on my waist tightens.
Both Z and Cosima leave Warren’s office, bickering back and forth.
‘Brian,’ Warren calls. He steps into the room. ‘Have the women removed from the property.’
‘Yes, sir.’ He gives a nod before disappearing back through the door, closing it behind him.
‘You know—’ I shift in Warren’s lap to straddle him. His hand goes to my thigh, pushing it up under my skirt. ‘A lot of wives wouldn’t be too happy about their husbands inviting a herd of young women into their house.’ I lift a brow.
‘It was for you.’
‘Okay, do you have any friends? Should I invite a bunch of men over?’ The growl that leaves Warren is immediate.
“Over my dead body.” His hands slip to my ass to grip and pull me closer. Warren’s cock presses against my sex.
“It is really sweet that you tried to find me friends; I’ll give you that, husband of mine. But I’m happy with Marks, and if I do want to make friends, I’ll have to leave the farm.”
“Is this important to you?”
“Today? No.” I shake my head. I rather enjoy being locked away with Warren, but this is our honeymoon-ish bubble. “But with time, that will change, I’m sure. You can’t keep me stowed away forever.” Warren starts to speak, but I cover his mouth with my hand. His brows lift, I’m sure in surprise, because who would dare to cover War’s mouth? No one. They’d likely lose that hand. “I know you technically can keep me locked away forever, but if you haven’t noticed yet, you have this little quirk.” Warren pulls my hand down.
“Quirk?”
“Yeah, quirk.” I smile. “Of wanting to make me happy.”
“I rather enjoy it when you’re happy.” Warren pulls down the straps of my dress. ‘Have you been reading any new books?’ That wasn’t what I thought he was going to say.
‘Why?’
‘You told me that you picture me when you read them, no?’
‘I do.’ For a long time, the heroes of my books were faceless. That was until Warren entered my life, and then my mind started to fill that face in with his.
‘The last one, he had her under the desk, sucking his cock.’ Heat rushes to my cheeks and pools deep in my belly. Warren might be new to sex, but the man isn’t bashful or shy. ‘Only wondering if you had a new fantasy.’
‘Really?’ I duck my head, peering up at him through my lashes.
‘Yes, really.’ His fingers find the zipper in the back of my dress. When he pulls it down, it makes my breasts spill free. The tight material is no longer able to hold them. ‘I want you to find one you enjoy. Then, you’ll read it to me.’ Warren’s hands cup my breasts, his thumbs stroking my nipples, making them harder.
“Then what?” I gasp when he tugs on one of my nipples.
“Then I’ll make it a reality.” He leans in, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
“Warren.” I sink my fingers into his hair. He doesn’t respond to me; his mouth is busy giving my other nipple the same attention. I reach between us, finding his belt. “I used to fantasize about you one day seeing me in the house, and in a lust-endowed moment, you’d drag me into your office where you’d lose control and take me without thinking. That you needed to be inside me so badly you couldn’t help yourself.”
Warren stands abruptly, pushing me down onto his desk. Things scatter to the floor.
‘I could have taken this years ago?’ He yanks my panties down my legs, pushing my dress all the way up before he undoes the button of his slacks, freeing his cock. Warren grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge, while guiding the head of his cock to my entrance. ‘Careful what you wish for, little mouse.’ Warren slams into me.
I gasp. His hand covers my mouth as his body pushes mine down into the desk so I’m pinned beneath him. ‘Can’t let anyone hear.’ He latches on to my neck, sucking, thrusting in and out of me. ‘They might try to come and save you, and I’d have to kill them.’
I whimper against his palm as he keeps thrusting in and out of me. Warren still has all of his clothes on, while I’m practically naked. With each thrust, his pelvis grinds against my clit, doubling my pleasure.
‘That’s it, little mouse, flutter that pussy around my cock. I know you like it, that you want this.’ He continues moving in and out of me. Between his dirty words and the way his cock is filling me, it’s more than I can take. The orgasm bursts through my body, Warren’s hand soothing my moans of pleasure.
He thrusts deep and hard, moving the desk under us as he comes inside of me. His body jerks, and I feel his release spill into me.
His hand slides away from my mouth. “Little mouse.” Warren’s breathing is labored as he presses kisses to my neck and then my mouth. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He brushes some of my curls that came loose out of my face.
“No.” I wrap my legs around him and slide my hands up his chest to around his neck. “That was amazing.”
He smiles down at me. His eyes are soft and warm, putting an expression on his face that I know is reserved for me alone.
“I look forward to what my wife comes up with next.”
“What about you? You don’t have any fantasies?”
“I do.”
“Well, don’t hold out on me.”
“My fantasy is you, little mouse.”
