Page 32 of My Weakness
“There’s something missing, though,” River murmurs beside me as he joins in the conversation.
“What?” I query as I frown at him. What could possibly be missing from a manicure?
“They would look much better with my ring on your finger.” His pointer runs over the ring finger of my left hand and goosebumps break out over my skin.
Nina quickly turns to talk to the person the other side of her.
“You’re insane,” I breathe.
“No, I’m in love.”
“Maybe you are,” I whisper.
His forehead drops to mine. “I am, pipsqueak, more than you can possibly believe.”
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“And the winner of the Architect of the year award, goes to…” The MC pauses for dramatic effect, and it seems like the whole room holds their breath.
There’ve been lots of awards tonight, but this is the biggest one, this is also the one that River has been nominated for.
“River Scott!” The table erupts around us, but he only has eyes for me.
“You did it!” I squeal as I throw my arms around him.
“We did it, pipsqueak,” he whispers into my ear as he kisses the skin behind it; it seems to be a favorite spot of his.
“River, this is all you, I had nothing to do with it.” He pulls back so he’s staring into my eyes.
“You’re in everything I do, baby. You always have been.”
Chapter Twenty-one
River
It’s late when we stumble through the door of my apartment, both of us having had more than a couple glasses of wine. Neither of us are drunk, but we’re definitely teetering on the wrong side of sober. She spins on her heel to face me.
“Well, Mr. Scott,” she sings. “What would the architect of the year like for his reward?”
“What’s on the menu?”
“Anything you want,” she purrs.
Fucking hell.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, baby.”
Her finger runs down the buttons of my tux and my cock twitches in my pants. “You’ve got something in mind, haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” I grunt.
“Well?” she prompts.
“Anyone ever had your ass, pipsqueak?” She better fucking say no, or I may well commit murder.
“My ass?” she gasps.
“You asked me what I want, and that’s what I want, baby.”
