Isaac

“Shit!”

I dashed from my office to Eden’s, worried she was getting sick again. For the last three days she’d thrown up several times, and I was starting to suspect it was more than just a touch of the flu like she claimed. I’d been after her to go to the doctor, but she’d remained stubbornly convinced it would pass on its own. I was ready to pick her ass up and take her to the doctor kicking and screaming.

But, when I ran through her door, she was mean-mugging her computer and slamming her fingers onto the keys as though the harder she hit them, the more likely they were to do what she wanted.

“Sunshine?” I asked warily. I hated when Eden was upset. I absolutely couldn’t handle it when she cried and lately, she would burst into tears at the smallest things.

“I can’t do it,” she shouted and threw her hands into the air.

I made my way around her desk and lifted her from her chair. Taking her seat, I settled her on my lap and rubbed slow, soothing circles on her back. “I don’t believe there is anything you can’t do, Sunshine.” I kissed the top of her head. “Tell me what’s got you so upset.”

A tear slipped down her cheek and I wiped it away. “I can’t get into the stupid accounts!”

“The ones in the Caymans?” I clarified.

She nodded furiously and swiped at her cheeks.

“It’s okay, Sunshine,” I insisted softly. “We’ll figure something out.”

“Isaac…” Something in her tone put me on alert. That tone, she wanted something. Something I wasn’t going to like. “I meant, I can’t get into the accounts from here.”

She was staring at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers in her lap. I lifted her chin and forced her gorgeous blue eyes to meet mine.

“You need to go to the FBI? I can take you there this afternoon,” I assured her with a smile.

“Um—” she tried to look away but I held firm—“that won’t work either. I—um—need to go to the bank.”

She couldn’t possibly be—“In the Caymans?” I exploded. “Not a fucking chance in hell am I taking you there and even if I were willing to go, I’m not going to allow you to break into a bank overseas. I’m a damn fucking good lawyer, and even I don’t think I could get you out of trouble if you got caught breaking international laws!”

“Isaac, it’s not a big deal. I just need to insert a little, undetectable bug directly into their system to open a backdoor for me. Then I can get everything done from right here, safe at home,” she coaxed, her hands suddenly tracing lightly over my arm.

Doing my best to ignore the shivers her touch was inciting, I shook my head firmly. “No, Eden.”

“We just need to make an appointment like we are going to open a new account, then you get them out of the room for one minute and I can upload the bug.”

I was already shaking my head before she was done talking.

“One minute, Isaac,” she pleaded and to my horror, her eyes filled with moisture. “I can do this.”

“Eden…”

“I promise to go to the doctor. Make sure everything is fine before we leave.”

I loathed any scenario where my wife’s life was put in danger. But with her tears threatening and the promise of a doctor’s appointment, I took a moment to weigh the risks of what she was asking.

The movies always made things seem more complicated than they were. In reality, I knew I could easily get someone out of their office by asking for a tour of the vault and safe deposit box area, leaving Eden alone with a feigned illness. As long as she left no trace back to herself, and I couldn’t deny my girl was that fucking good, the risks were minimal.

Without those fucking records, my case was looking pretty bleak. Even with the proof of tampering in the hotel and credit card systems.

I sighed, and a look of triumph flashed across her face before she schooled her features. “All right, but I want you in the doctor’s office today and if, and only if, she gives you the all clear to travel, we’ll leave for the Cayman’s tomorrow.”

Eden threw her arms around me and a little squeak of joy escaped her lips. I captured her mouth for a deep kiss and then pulled back, knowing if it went any further, I’d be fucking her on my desk in a matter of minutes.

She hopped off my lap and I swatted her cute ass as she sauntered away. Just before she was out the door, something occurred to me and I called her name.

“Eden.” She flipped around and peered at me questioningly. I narrowed my eyes in warning. “I want a doctor’s note.” I didn’t trust her not to “interpret” the doctor’s order loosely and I had court that afternoon. By the time we recessed, the office would be closed and I wouldn’t be able to call and check her story.

Her only response was to roll her eyes and flounce out of the room.

* * *

After a never ending session in court, I was insanely happy to be getting home to my wife. She’d sent me a text that everything had gone well at the doctor, but I was eager to hear the details.

I dropped my briefcase and wandered into the living room to find her sitting on the couch with her computer in her lap. “Hey, Sunshine,” I greeted her warmly, leaning over her and caging her in with my arms. She slammed her laptop closed and smiled before puckering her lips for a kiss.

Something was off with her smile, though, and her kiss seemed distracted. I frowned as we separated and moved to sit beside her on the couch. Studying her closely, I realized she looked a bit shell-shocked.

I took her hand and squeezed it lightly. “Eden? Your text said everything is fine.”

She seemed to snap out of her funk and smiled brightly. A little too brightly.

“It is. The doctor said what I’ve been dealing with is normal, totally temporary, and she said traveling was no problem,” she spoke quickly, then turned to the end table beside her and snatched up a piece of paper, shoving it at me.

It was indeed a note confirming what she was telling me. But, my instincts were screaming that something was off.

“I don’t think we should go,” I stated. “Not until it’s completely passed.”

Eden’s expression darkened and I sensed an argument coming. One I was afraid I wouldn’t win. “You said if the note cleared me, we’d go. Are you going back on your word, husband dear?” she asked through clenched teeth.

She had me and she knew it. Fuck. I didn’t like this. Ever since she started working with me on Mark’s case, I hadn’t felt at ease. She was right, though; I’d given my word.

“All right,” I acquiesced. “But we go, get in and out of the bank, and come home. Nothing else. Understand?”

Nodding enthusiastically, she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. Her face had lightened again, only this time, the smile was genuine. “I love you,” she whispered before kissing the fuck out of me.

Her fingers made quick work of the buttons on my pants and I’d barely blinked before she’d lifted her skirt, slid aside her panties, and impaled herself on my rock hard cock.

“Holy shit! Fuck! Oh, holy fuck, Eden!”

I tried to hold on to my control, but she started riding me like I was a fucking mechanical bull. She rose up and dropped back down with all her weight, crying out my name. I broke quickly and grasped her hips, taking control, thrusting up to meet her, burying myself as deep as possible.

“Fuck, Sunshine. That’s it, you’re so fucking wet. I’m so close, baby. I need you to come.”

I reached between us and with only the tiniest touch, she was screaming my name, her head thrown back and her pussy clenching me in a vise-like grip.

With two more thrusts, I roared her name as I followed after her, releasing everything I had. When at last we spiraled down, I gathered her tightly up against me.

“That was incredible, Sunshine.” I kissed the top of her head, then lifted her chin so I could gaze into her beautiful, blue pools. “I have a feeling we finally did it this time.”

She looked adorably confused and I couldn’t help pecking her on the nose, eyes, and forehead. “I think I finally knocked you up, Sunshine,” I said with a grin. “My only sunshine.”

Eden blinked at me owlishly then ducked her head, laying it on my chest. “Um, it’s definitely a possibility that I’m pregnant.”

Something was off in her tone again but before I could call her on it, she diverted my attention by leaning forward and whispering several things she wanted me to do to her that night. Suddenly, I was a man on a mission.

The next morning, I woke to Eden getting sick again and I tried to put my foot down about leaving.

“The doctor said I’m fine, Isaac. It’s a quick flight and we’ll hardly be gone.” The stubborn line of her mouth and defiant glint in her eyes told me I wasn’t going to win this one. I knew my wife and if I didn’t take her, short of locking her up (the idea wasn’t without it’s merits), she’d find a way to get there on her own.

Grumbling, I grabbed our luggage and took it out to the car. Once we were both belted in and ready to go, I turned to her with my own determined expression. “You will do exactly what I say, no funny business, got it? In and out of the bank, then home.” My tone was steely, my intention to convey that I was not willing to bend on this.

Eden cupped my cheek and kissed me sweetly. “Deal.”