“Carlisle, would you mind forwarding those documents to United Saints? We just need a signature before we can authorize the transfer.”

“Yes ma’am, anything else?”

I looked up at Carlisle. He looked anxious. I glanced at the time, it was just past six in the evening. I sighed. “I’m sorry, Carlisle, those can wait until the morning, I didn’t mean to keep you here.”

He smiled. “It’s no problem, ma’am. I’ll forward these and head on out, if that’s alright.”

“Yes, perfect. Thank you.”

He nodded as he left the room. I went back to going over my unanswered emails. An incoming instant message from Grayson took my attention.

Grayson M: Why are you still working?

I sighed. I thought about ignoring his message, but he caught onto me at the very beginning and purposely disabled my feature to do that.

Emmalin M: I’m almost done, just a few more things to confirm.

Grayson M: You have ten minutes, otherwise I’m freezing your access.

I scowled. That bastard. He really takes being the boss seriously.

Emmalin M: FINE!

Grayson M: Don’t shout at me.

My eyes narrowed at his message.

Emmalin M: I’M NOT

Grayson M: 8 minutes, then I want you in my office.

This elicited another scowl.

Emmalin M: FOR WHAT

Grayson M: So I can redden your ass. Don’t keep me waiting.

I shivered. Finally. I would be completely lying if I said that didn’t turn me on. I went back to working, eager to finish all this off. I was sending my third email when I checked to see how much time I had left. My eyes widened in shock. A whole hour had gone by. I checked messenger and saw that Grayson’s icon indicated he was away. That didn’t mean anything, he could’ve gotten caught up with something.

I quickly packed my things and headed down the corridor to his office. His light was still on, so I let myself in. Only Grayson wasn’t sitting at his desk. Some woman was though. She glanced up at me and gave me a small smile.

“Hi, the office is closed. If you’re looking for Mr. Mandrake, I can take a message for you. He’s very busy, as I’m sure you know.” Her head tilted, as if she was talking down to a three-year-old. I straightened my spine as I walked forward.

“What’s your name?”

She raised her perfectly arched brow, and looked me up and down. “I’m Claudia.” She held out her hand which I ignored.

“Well, I’m Mrs. Mandrake.” I waved to the pictures on his desk. “I’m sure I don’t need to be told to leave a message to see my husband.”

Her eyes widened briefly before glancing at our wedding picture on his desk. “So you are.” I sure as fuck didn’t like the way she said that. Just when I was about to speak, Grayson came into the room.

I turned to him. “What happened to eight minutes?”

He snapped his finger. “I’m so sorry, Emmalin. I forgot. Claudia came in and wanted to go over a few reports, and I must’ve gotten sidetracked. and I must’ve gotten sidetracked. Then there was an urgent issue at one of the hotels. “I looked back at Claudia, who was looking a little too warmly at Grayson. Way too warm for my liking. He sighed before glancing back at Claudia. “Claudia, we’ll finish this up tomorrow.”

She nodded as she collected her things. “Of course, Mr. Mandrake.” She paused before she left out the room. “Great to meet you, Emmalin. Have a great night.” Grayson gave her a brief nod.

Before she was fully out the door, I called her name. “Clarissa?” She paused giving me a smile I was sure was as fake as her tits. “Claudia,” she corrected me. I smirked. I didn’t care. “It’s Mrs. Mandrake.” Her eyes widened briefly before nodding.

“Of course. My apologies, Mrs. Mandrake.” With that, she turned and left.

I turned and faced Grayson, who had a look of amusement on his face as he turned his attention back on me. He reached out to grab me, but I stepped out of his way. He frowned at the fact that I denied his touch.

“You forgot?”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Yes, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” I watched him walk over to his desk and shut his computer down.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Tell me you’re not mad. You and I both know you wouldn’t have been done working anyway.”

I shook my head. He didn’t get it. “It’s not just the fact that you forgot. You forgot for a whole hour, while you were…” I paused and took a deep breath. That was the exact problem. In all the time Grayson and I have been together, he has never once forgotten about anything when it came to me. Or anything when it came to us. What was happening? What was this? Is this what working almost eighty hours a week did to a person? Maybe this was how it all started. Couples start to distance from each other, and the next thing you know, they spend two hours a week with each other. “Never mind, I’ll see you at home.” I headed for the door, but stopped when I heard the sound of the door being locked. I hated the fact that he was able to control the damn lock with a damn switch under his desk. And, he knew it too. I heard him coming up behind me, but I wasn’t going to turn around. His arms went around me, and I tensed. He placed his head on my shoulder.

“Do you think I don’t know what’s going on?” I didn’t answer. He apparently knew everything, why not let him see if he’s right. “You’re jealous. You practically marked your territory just now.” He slowly turned me around. “Don’t for any second doubt my love and dedication to you.” I gave him a brief nod started to turn, and he pulled me tighter against him. “I mean it. I love you. But, I’d be lying if your jealousy didn’t turn me the fuck on.” He made a point by pulling me closer so I could feel his hardness. “You feel that. That’s what you do to me, every time I see you. No one else. Just you.”

The heat radiating between us was unreal. I suddenly wanted this office to smell like sex. I wanted everyone to know that he was mine. My husband. My lips crashed against his, taking him by surprise, as my hands went through his hair, pulling him closer. He chuckled as he hitched my skirt up and picked me up so I could wrap my legs around him.

He didn’t break the kiss as he started walking us to his office apartment. I pulled back. “No,” I panted. “Here, right here.”

He smiled as if he knew what I was doing. It took one swipe to knock everything on his desk to the floor. I didn’t even want to think about if he might’ve broke something; right now it didn’t matter. He sat me on his desk, reaching under my skirt and dragged my panties down, and placed them in his pocket. “Are you ready for me?” He growled as he stuck his thumb in his mouth, before guiding it to my pussy to check my wetness.

He groaned. “You indeed are ready.” I hissed as his thumb circled my clit. “But, I want more from you.” I jumped as two fingers plowed in me. “I need you wetter, so now you need to come on my fingers.” His fingers were ruthless, and I had no shame, as I fucked myself on them. I cried out when he abruptly inserted two more fingers and kept up the circling with his thumb.

I bit my bottom lip as he twisted his hand, opening and closing his fingers inside me. The pain that was there before quickly mixed in with pleasure. With his other hand, he undid his belt buckle, pulling his cock out, and started stroking himself. “You don’t get me until you come, Emmalin.” I threw my head back as he thrust in deeper. I felt myself starting to unravel. He spread my legs further apart, and his gaze took hold of my pussy. “That’s it. There it is, baby.” He spoke in wonderment, as I started to convulse around him. “Give it all to me, don’t you ever hold back from me. I own your fucking pleasure!” He leaned forward and bit into my neck, as I came crashing down around his hand, so hard I felt dizzy and overpowered.

Before, I could take a breath, his cock plunged into me. “Fuck, baby!”

My hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer to me. I needed him as deep as possible. He rolled his hips and I screamed out, as he hit the perfect spot. He let out a loud moan. “Fuck, baby, keep squeezing me. You feel too fucking good.”

I felt my core tightening and jumped when his thumb started circling my clit. “Do it. I need you to choke my cock, baby.” I tried to hold out just a little longer, but the moment his other hand traveled up to my throat and squeezed, I screamed as my orgasm took over me. Grayson thrusted a few more times, the pressure around my throat tightened and he let out a guttural sound as I felt him release deep inside me. He rested against me, trying to take deep breaths. He finally eased up, and his eyes suddenly looked worried, quickly removing his hand from my throat.

“Shit, Emmalin, I’m sorry.”

He started looking me over, and my hands went to his. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

His eyes briefly hardened. “But, we’ve never done…that before.” He traced the line of my neck and sharply exhaled. “I don’t know what came over me. I just knew I had to have you.”

I kissed him lightly on the lips. “And I had to have you. We were just in a moment, but I’m okay. I promise.”

He didn’t look convinced as he slowly pulled out. Before I could move, he held me still and traced his fingers over my pussy, and I hissed as he sank two fingers inside of me. He slightly smiled as he kept his eyes on my pussy. “I like seeing my cum in you. Besides, I have Thor sperm.” He winked at me, and I rolled my eyes, jumping off his desk and smoothing my skirt down.

He watched me as I tried to straighten myself up. “What? I do. It’s a proven fact.” I shook my head laughing and buttoned up my blouse.

He smirked as he reached for his suit jacket. “You won’t be smirking when I get you pregnant again.” His arm wrapped around me as we walked toward the elevator. I couldn’t help but tense up at the thought of getting pregnant again. Not that I didn’t want to, I just didn’t want to disappoint him if it could never happen again.

“Hey.”

I finally looked up at him, as he leaned against the wall of the elevator. “It can.” He shrugged. “And if it doesn’t, it doesn’t. I’m still open for adoption.”

We finally reached the parking garage, and I headed for my car. Or where I thought my car was. I stopped at the spot I parked it in that’s now empty.

“I had it sent home already so we could ride back together.” I smiled. Because, of course he did.

We walked into our quiet condo, which meant Emersyn was probably already in bed. Magda, Grayson’s part-time housekeeper turned Emersyn’s part-time caretaker, as well as being caretakers for Grayson’s niece and nephew, came into the living room. When Grayson mentioned hiring a nanny, Magda became almost offended. To her, all these children are like her grandkids, so the thought of someone else caring for them other than her, was a great offense to her.

“She was a little cranky butt today and ended up falling asleep earlier than I expected. She might be coming down with something.”

Grayson’s head shot up. “Is she sick? Did she have a temperature?”

Magda shook her head, wiping her hands on a towel. “No, she felt fine, but I wouldn’t doubt she may be coming down with something. It’s fall, lots of allergies and colds start happening as the temperature drops.”

She gave each of us a hug as she started for the door. “I’ll see you two later, call if you need anything.”

Grayson walked her out as I went to go check on Emersyn. She was sound asleep. I was just shutting her door when Grayson came by. “How is she?”

“She’s good, just asleep. She didn’t have a fever or anything, but we should keep an eye on her.”

I stood to the side as Grayson went in and checked on her. He stood for a moment until he was satisfied before shutting her door softly. “She’s a Mandrake; she’ll be fine.”

I nodded as I looked to her door again.