Not-So Temporarily Married(17)

Dad sunk down in one of the chairs across from me and rested an ankle over his opposite knee. “They won’t after today. It’s been kept quiet until the final contracts were signed, but we won the bid last week. I went over the final contract yesterday and signed it this morning.”

My eyebrows shot sky high. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I’d been working on this project for months, determined to win it.

“I didn’t want to disturb your honeymoon, son. Even with good news like this, would you really have wanted me to call?” His tone was knowing and I couldn’t help chuckling. He was right, I’d preferred my uninterrupted time with Zoe.

“Touché.” I grinned and a flash of yellow caught my eye. “Blondie,” I called out.

Zoe stuck her head around the corner and glared at me. “Do you have to call me that?” I would have thought she was really mad but for the twinkle in her gorgeous green eyes.

“Yes, I really do.”

She huffed and hid her smile. “What do you need?”

“That’s a loaded question, baby,” I smirked. Her eyes widened and she glanced at my dad who was shaking with laughter.

“We won the museum bid.” She’d wanted this job as much as I had and had worked as tirelessly to put together the presentation for the bid.

A smile broke out on her face and she did a little happy dance in the doorway. It was sexy as hell and despite having had her for breakfast, I was suddenly ravenous.

“Dad, would you mind if I had a moment alone with my wife?” I couldn’t seem to look away from her bouncing tits as she pranced happily into the room.

“Actually, I’d like a moment with you both.” My eyes snapped from Zoe to my dad. He looked serious and concerned. What the hell? I reached a hand out to Zoe. “Come here, baby,” I commanded softly. She walked around my desk and I pulled her down into my lap.

“This isn’t very professional,” she hissed and tried to get up.

“Too bad,” I grunted and held her tight. She wiggled for a few seconds, until her bottom brushed against my hard as fuck dick and she went rigidly still. Shifting her, I settled her right on top of the bulge, knowing she could feel the heat and pulse from it. Her cheeks warmed and she squirmed for a whole new reason.

Hidden beneath the desk, I slipped a hand under her skirt and slid it up her thigh, almost to her sex. Then paused, lightly rubbing one fingertip over her smooth skin. She tried to hide it, but I could see her slight tremble when she shivered. I didn’t let up, but turned my attention to my dad.

“As I was going over all the paperwork yesterday, I noticed that Penderson had tried to bid a second time.”

My hand stilled. “They reopened the bidding?”

Dad shook his head. “I couldn’t imagine they had, so I gave Clyde a call before I came in here.” Clyde Harrison was the curator of the museum we were going to restore. “He said Steve had come to him with some story about Heath Construction being unreliable and unable to complete the project due to our loss of the interior designer on the project.” Dad’s hazel eyes hardened as he gave me the information.

“What the fuck?” I roared, causing Zoe to cover her ears and lean forward. I calmed myself enough to kiss her temple and whisper an apology.

She nodded and looked at me worriedly, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth. I used my thumb to pull it out and kissed the abused lip.

“Do you know who Senator Penderson plays golf with on Sundays?” Dad asked. I broke my gaze from Zoe’s to look at him questioningly. “Lyle Franklin.”

I thought for a moment, the name sounded familiar. “Former FBI, right? Doesn’t his son work for Homeland Security?”

“You got it,” Dad confirmed. “And, who reports to the director of Homeland?”

Zoe gasped. “USCIS.”

My eyebrows furrowed as I chewed on this information. “It’s a stretch, Dad.”

“But, one worth looking into,” Zoe insisted.

I brushed her hair back over her shoulder and kissed her temple. “Sure, baby. I want to make sure that son of a bitch pays if he was the reason behind your inquiry. But, either way, it doesn’t really matter.”

“What? How can it not matter?” she snipped.

I took her face between my hands. “Because you are married to a U.S. citizen and more than likely have my baby growing in your belly.”

“Oh.”

Rolling my eyes, I kissed her softly before murmuring, “Yeah, oh.”

Somewhere in my conscience, I registered the click of my office door, signaling my dad had left us alone.

My hands slid to her hips and I shifted her until she was straddling me. “But, just in case...”