Page 49 of My Silver Fox Boss
A studio like this? It’s more than I ever dreamed of. And somehow, he still makes it feel like I’m the one who gave him everything.
“What’s my present?” he asks like an eager little boy. God, I adore all the different facets of him I learn as his wife. His partner. His soulmate.
I laugh and press my palm on top of his. “Twins.”
For a second, he’s still. Stunned. “What?”
“I think it happened the first time on Whidbey Island. We’re going to have twins.”
He turns, kisses me, wonder breaking across his face. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive. Wait till I tell my brother that my competent-as-fuck girl is baking two, not one.”
I laugh evenas he pushes me deeper into the room and closes the door behind us. “Nathan, we have guests, and this is my first dinner party. We haven’t even served dessert yet.”
“I want my own dessert,” he says, sinking to his knees and tugging up the hem of my dress. “And it’s soundproofed, little bird. Don’t you think we should give it a try? We can christen it like we did every other room.”
“Will you make it quick, Daddy?” I murmur, leaning back against the desk.
“Never, baby girl.” His voice is a vow just before he pulls my thong aside and buries his face in my core.
A shiver ripples through me, half panic, half need. My palms slap the desk behind me for balance. “You’re impossible.”
“You’re perfect,” he growls, nudging at my clit with his tongue. “And mine.”
I gasp when he spears my entrance with his tongue, his broad hands pinning me open as if nothing outside this room matters.
Not the clink of wineglasses in the dining room, not the chatter of our friends.
Just us.
The faint hum of the studio equipment mixes with my ragged breaths, the padded walls cocooning us in decadent secrecy.
When I manage a laugh between broken whispers, it’s equal parts disbelief and joy. “You’re going to ruin me, Mr. Grayson.”
He glances up, eyes molten. “No, Mrs. Grayson. I’m going to love you. Twice over.” His thumbs press against my hips, reverent. “Just like the family you’re giving me.”
And as he bends his head again, I know with perfect, bone-deep certainty that I’ll never need another gift as long as I have him.
