He should be sated. Satisfied. He should not want to be with her so badly that it borderlined desperation. She’d already been here for days, weeks.
Yet, he wasn’t sated. He wasn’t satisfied unless he was either in her arms or buried inside of her. Preferably at the same time.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Hell, he’d gone home at lunchtime yesterday just to see her. He’d ended up taking her on the table, her little skirt hiked up to her waist while her breasts bounced with each thrust.
That night hadn’t been any different. She’d asked about his day and they’d ended up in the shower with Hannah on her knees, her mouth making him groan.
Today was the worst day to come. Today, she would meet his family as his wife, not as the girl they once knew. Exhaling, he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
At least it was lunch, so he was guaranteed a quick escape.
His door opened. “Morning,” Hannah said, her smile wary. “I thought we could have breakfast together, since we’ve missed so many dinners.”
“Yesterday at lunch wasn’t enough for you?”
“I meant I wanted us to eat together, like a family.”
The reminder of what he’d been doing cut through him. He’d been treating her like anything but family. “I’m working.”
“I see that.” She gave his clean desk and blank computer screen a pointed look. “Maybe you could take a few minutes and sit with me.”
“If you want to fuck, Hannah, then I’m more than happy to accommodate you.”
Her face paled. “I didn’t come here for that.
“Too bad.” He wasn’t being nice, fair… or even decent.
She put on a fake smile. “Maybe tonight.”
“I have a dinner meeting.”
Her forehead furrowed. “But that was last night.”
“Ella forwarded you my schedule. You might want to double-check it.”
Nodding, she put the picnic basket on the conference table and began to unpack it.
“I’ve already eaten,” he said, not wanting her to go to the trouble. He didn’t deserve it.
“I’m hungry. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll eat.”
“By all means.”
She sat down at the table. “You can sit with me.”
Reluctantly, he did.
“I have something I need to discuss with you.”
“Oh.”
“Remember when I said that I do odd jobs during the fall and winter?”
He nodded.
“My friend, Laura, owns an art studio. I agreed to help her out a couple of weeks ago, but then I decided to be with you instead because we’re newlyweds and—” She shook her head. “Anyway, I think I’m going to go home and help her. That is, if you don’t mind. You’ve been so busy and from the looks of your schedule for the next month, you’ll be even busier.”
Panic hit him. She couldn’t leave. “But I might need you to attend a few functions with me,” he said.
“Might? You want me to stay here over a ‘might need you’? Wow.”
“You are my wife. You agreed to be my wife,” he reminded her.
“I didn’t agree to be your convenient and legal booty call.”
“Is that what we’ve been doing?”
Her lower lip trembled. “We barely see each other and the only time you’re nice to me is right before, during, and right after we make love.”
“Hannah, I told you I’m married to MI.”
“But you’re also married to me,” she said quietly. “We were supposed to have a wedding last Saturday, but because you hadn’t mentioned it to anyone beyond Ella, I didn’t bring it up.”
“You have a backbone, damn it. Speak up.”
That set her off. “That would require us to be in the same room.”
“I haven’t heard you complain.”
“You have now. This is me complaining. I want the old Drew back. The one who spent time with me. The one who talked to me and—”
“I don’t have time for that anymore. I gave you a week. Wasn’t that enough?”
“God, you’re such an asshole, Drew. ‘Wasn’t that enough?’” She rose. “That week wasn’t enough for me, but these past couple of weeks, where I’ve been nothing but a sex toy for you, were more than enough for me. I want out.”
A sex toy? She was a hell of a lot more than that. But he be damned if she would leave this marriage. “You can’t have out. You’re mine for the next five years.”
“How could I forget? You only remind me of it all the time, like you’re counting down or something.”
That was because he was. He was counting down until this beautiful woman walked out of his life, and instead of cherishing her, of making her feel special like her grandfather had encouraged him to do, he’d done the opposite.