Page 126 of My Husband Problem

“Any damned time, Firework.”

I run my hands over his chest inside that gorgeous suit jacket. “You went off pretty fast yourself.”

He laughs softly. “Yeah.” He runs his thumb over my lower lip. “We seem to have that effect on each other.”

“I like that.”

“Me too.” He kisses me again then says, “Now I’m going to go give some people some money.”

I give a little shiver. “That’s really hot.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I actually have a little more work to do here. But I’ll see you at home later.” That comes out so naturally, but I really like how it sounds.

He seems to as well. His eyes flare with emotion. “See you at home, Firework.”

Then he straightens his tie, shrugs back into his suit jacket, and walks out of my office, pausing at the door to give me a wink.

Declan O’Grady just winked at me.

My life has officially become very weird.

And pretty wonderful.

CHAPTER 26

DECLAN

“You are doing so well,”I praise Astrid as I ease my finger all the way into her wet heat, then out, then in again as she gives a soft moan.

“There’s just… one… spot…,” she says breathily.

“Tell me where,” I say, keeping my voice calm and firm. Dammit, she has a painful point.

She’s propped on her desk again. This time, her dress pants are crumpled on the floor, and I haven’t even shrugged out of my suit coat jacket.

The music from the pregame party in the hockey arena parking lot drifts up to us. We only have a few minutes before the interview we are scheduled to do together.

But she gave me a sexy little smile and then bit her bottom lip, and I hoisted her up on her desk, kissed her, and she shed her pants.

What’s a guy supposed to do when his wife is naked from the waist down and begging him to make her come? I hit my knees and gave her an orgasm with my tongue, of course.

Then she asked me to finger her. I’ll never say no to that.

“Right side,” she pants. “But it’s not bad. Keep going. Please.”

I pull my finger out, then ease it in again slowly and not as deep.

She grasps my wrist. “No, don’t go slow. Don’t let up.”

“I won’t hurt you,” I tell her. I circle my thumb over her clit. “I can still make you feel good.”

Those gorgeous blue eyes lock on mine. “You are. You always do.” Her grip tightens on my wrist. “I want to try two fingers.”

My heart stutters. She’s so fucking trusting. And brave. We have to keep going if we’re going to ever have actual penetrative sex, and I know that’s where we both want to get. But we’ve been sticking with mouths and one finger so far. And God help me, as much as I want her, it’s been good. I’ve loved giving her pleasure.

“I could be happy making you come like this over and over the rest of my fucking life, Astrid,” I tell her intently. “Making you feel good, making you come apart, making you cry out my name is enough.”