Page 122 of My Husband Problem

“I love that sound.”

I whirl around at the sound of my husband's voice behind me.

Declan is standing just inside my office door, and thank everything that is holy, he’s wearing a suit.

Of course, he is. Even coming up to the arena for hockey practice, he wore a suit.

“Why are you dressed for a business meeting?” I ask.

“Because as soon as I get back to your house, Wilson has someone he wants me to meet with. I think it’s a couple of young women who want to start up an elder care-childcare combo business.”

I cross the room toward him. “What does that look like?”

“Kids and older people together during the day while their caregivers go to work.”

“That sounds great,” I say.

He nods. “I’m very interested in hearing their business plan.”

I reach past him and push the door shut. “How long do you have until the meeting?”

“As long as you need me for.”

I swoon a little. “Really?”

“Always. But I officially have thirty minutes unless I push it back. Which I will absolutely do.”

I reach up and start tugging his tie loose. “Well, I think maybe thirty minutes could be enough time.”

“I don’t think that will get us through even the top three things I want to do to you.”

Happiness swirls through me like the bubbles in a carbonated beverage.

I giggle. I actually giggle.

“Why do I think we might have to work up to at least one of those things?”

His big hands settle on my waist, and I feel myself being lifted. I give a little gasp and wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “Because you’re very smart,” he tells me.

“I really just need your very talented mouth in a couple of very specific spots,” I say as he walks across the room to my desk. When he sets me down, I ask. “How did you know this was my fantasy?”

He shrugs out of his jacket. “Maybe this is one ofmyfantasies.”

“Fine,” I say. “I’ll admit it. I do like you.”

He has a very cocky look on his face as he says, “Oh, I know, Firework.” And as he goes to his knees in front of me, he says, “And I guess with your sweet, quick trigger, thirty minutes will probably be more than enough.”

I laugh as he pulls my yoga pants down my legs and lets them drop to the floor.

“Pull your top up. Let me see those gorgeous breasts.”

God, I love his voice, and I also love his words when he talks like this in particular.

I pull my top and workout bra up over my breasts as he pulls my panties down, leaving them dangling around my left ankle.

He reaches up and cups my ass, pulling me to the edge of the desk.

“Do you want to tell me where you want my mouth? Or can I have a little free rein?”