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She means when she’s performing half-naked with that totally straight asshole who I have no doubt wants to take her to bed again. I very much want to insist that Kyle can’t touch her, even in a dance. But Nia has already made herself clear that she’s unwilling to stop something she genuinely enjoys. In truth, I don’t like the idea of taking away an activity she loves. I’m also not thrilled with the idea of her bumping and grinding with her ex. But I stifle my objections. Once we move to Maui, it will be a moot point. There will be no Kyle and no burlesque, just settling into our new house and our new lives, along with lots of newlywedded sex.
“I won’t interfere. I may insist on being present, however.”
That takes some of the starch out of her attitude. “If you’re okay with it, I want you there.”
Since that’s settled, even though I’ll have to find some way to keep my sanity, I nod. “Should we go out on our first date tonight?”
“I can’t. Every other Monday, I teach a burlesquercize class at the club. It’s another way for them to increase revenue, and I get a workout in as well. I’m not done until eight, and after that, I’m wiped out.”
Clenching my jaw, I strive for patience. I know she has a life apart from me. I simply don’t like anything that prevents me from spending time with her since I suspect she needs every spare moment to decide if she wants to be my wife. On the other hand, she was softer and sweeter after her orgasm. Maybe I just need to get her back into bed.
Behind my zipper, my cock gives that idea a standing ovation.
“When are you free?”
“Tomorrow night should be good.”
“Excellent.”
She hesitates. “What do you want to do?”
In truth, I don’t know. I’ve never planned a date. When I was married to Becca, if she wanted to go someplace, she would simply make her wishes known, and I’d either work it into my schedule or encourage to her to go with one of her yoga friends.
“Is there anything in particular you’re interested in?”
Nia shakes her head. “Plan something you’d enjoy, so I can see what you’re into. On the next date, I’ll do the same. If we take turns, we’ll both get a good idea of what the other likes. It will help us figure out if we’re actually suited.”
I’m already convinced since I’ve never felt anything quite like this. But if that arrangement will make Nia more comfortable… “Fine.”
“Good.” She checks her watch. “I should probably head for the reception desk. Your next appointment should be here in less than ten minutes.”
“I’m done interviewing wives, Nia. I don’t care how you cancel the last four. Make it happen.”
Thankfully, she doesn’t argue. “I’ll get it done.”
“I know you were taking initiative, but I can’t handle any more.”
She represses a grin. “Sorry.”
I shrug. We stand close. I want to touch her, but I simply stare and tell myself to back down. I really should keep things clandestine around the office…but I’d rather spread her across the conference table and feast on her.
“I’ll go tell Peyton, your next appointment, that you’re no longer available,” she says, ending the sexually charged moment.
“Please.”
“She’ll be sad that you won’t be funding her new cosmetics start-up.”
“I don’t care.” I slant Nia a speculative stare. “Since we’re officially dating, does that make me your boyfriend now?”
“I’ve never dated my boss before. But…I guess so.”
“I like it.” I lean in, feeling the heat of her cheek almost against mine. Then I whisper in her ear, “But I’d rather call you my wife.”
She shivers. “Evan…we had great sex one time. That doesn’t mean it’s going to always be explosive. Or even good. And it definitely doesn’t mean we’ll suit long-term.”
“I think it was a damn telling indicator of our compatibility.” I barely resist nuzzling her neck. “You should get out of here before I stop caring about our professional reputations and find out for sure.”
Nia drags in a shaky breath. “I’m going. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.”
