“Well we can always go with the other option, and you can enjoy free room and board for the rest of your life, courtesy of the United States government,” I remind him with a grin. I fucking love watching him squirm.

Bryce is practically foaming at the mouth. He jumps to his feet, and his chair falls to the ground. My muscles tense. I am ready and willing to drop this piece of shit the minute he takes a step toward Mel. But Miranda stands too and puts a hand on his arm. “We’re leaving,” she says coolly. She’s a shrewd woman, which means she knows they don’t have a chance in hell of fighting this and that she’s being afforded much more grace than she deserves.

I get to my feet, fastening the buttons of my jacket. “Before you go, there’s one more thing.”

Both Miranda and Bryce turn and glare at me. “Melanie is signing over her stake in the company to Ashley. You will no longer be a part of her life. Not ever. You hear something about our life that intrigues you, you fucking ignore it. You feel like reaching out to her and seeing how she is or if she can help you out of a bind, you fucking don’t. You hear she has our child and you decide you want to play the doting grandma or uncle, you fucking forget about it. And if she ever has to hear from either of you again, I will destroy you both, and I won’t lose a single second of sleep over it.”

Mel stands by my side, exactly where she belongs, and laces her fingers through mine. With a final look of contempt, Bryce and Miranda walk out of the boardroom. As soon as they’re gone, my wife lets out a long breath and leans against me. I wrap a steadying arm around her. “You were incredible, corazón.”

“My legs were shaking the entire time.”

“Nobody could tell. I’m glad I’ll never have to go up against you in a courtroom, Goose.”

She laughs, and the musical sound makes my pulse quicken and my dick twitch. I trail my fingertips down her spine and over her hipbone. She shivers at my touch. “Have you ever had sex in this boardroom?” she asks with a soft purr, catching me completely off guard. That twitch in my pants turns into something much more dangerous.

Never a man to mix business with pleasure, I have never in the seven years I’ve owned this building even considered fucking anyone in my boardroom. Now it’s all I can fucking think about. “Not yet. Why, you have something in mind?”

She backs away from me, catching her luscious lower lip between her teeth. “Maybe.” She keeps walking backward until she reaches the chair at the head of the table. Pulling it out, she takes a seat, a devious smile on her face and a wicked glint in her eyes. Her tongue darts out, moistening her full lips. “Crawl to me.”

I cock my head, sure I misheard. “What?”

“Oh, you heard me, Ice. Crawl. To. Me.”

I shake my head and suppress a laugh. “Oh no, corazón. That is not how this works.”

She purses her lips, her eyes raking over my body. Then she stands and slowly peels off her pants and panties, kicking them off with her socks and sneakers. When she sits back down, she spreads her legs wide, putting her perfect pink pussy on display for me. Already glistening with her juices and begging to be eaten and fucked. “I said crawl to me,” she repeats.

I blow out a breath, my eyes bouncing between hers and the space between her thighs—my nirvana. Running my tongue over my teeth, I will my dick to stop throbbing and clouding my senses, because I can’t think straight. And surely that is the only logical explanation for why I drop to my knees in my own fucking boardroom and crawl across the room to her. The wicked smile on her face grows, and as I get closer, the scent of her arousal gets stronger, making my mouth water.

She practically purrs with delight when I reach her. I place my hands on the tops of her legs and skim my nose along the inside of her thigh. A deep growl rolls in my throat.

“Good boy,” she says, and I nip at her soft flesh, making her yelp.

“Don’t push me, corazón.”

She threads her fingers in my hair and tilts my head up. “You look so good on your knees for me, Ice.”

“I would spend every fucking day on my knees for you if you wanted me to,” I tell her honestly. “Especially if it leads to eating this delicious pussy.” I dip my head and lick the length of her wet slit, making her moan out my name. Flicking my tongue over her skin has her squirming and dripping onto the leather chair. I wrap my hands around the back of her thighs and pull her forward so her ass is perched on the edge of the seat, and then I eat her like I might never get the chance to again, sucking and licking and biting until she’s begging me to let her come.

“Nate, please,” she cries.

“Who owns this pussy, corazón?”

“You. Always,” she whines, needy and desperate.

I look up, locking my gaze on hers as she fights to keep her eyes open. “You look so good when you beg for me.”

She groans loudly, all frustration and desire. “Please!”

I chuckle, enjoying her pleading moans and whimpers as I remind her who’s really in control here. And only when her legs are shaking and tears are rolling down her cheeks do I give her what she needs, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit until she squirts all over my face and my suit.

I sit back on my heels, wiping my mouth and taking a deep breath as I look at her, practically boneless, sagging against the chair. God, she’s fucking perfect.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to her ear. She clings to me, fingertips grasping at the lapels of my suit jacket. “Catch your breath, corazón, because I’m gonna bend you over this table and fuck you so hard that you might just regret making me crawl to you.”

A smile spreads across her face. “Bring it, Ice.”

Jesus, fuck! I love this woman more than life.

Chapter

Seventy

NATHAN

Ten months later

New Year’s Eve

Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I look out over the New York City skyline. In the distance, fireworks light up the night sky, and I smile at how my brothers and I always insisted on shooting off the fireworks before midnight when we were kids. This is the first New Year’s I haven’t spent with my family. Well, that part of my family at least. I have a new one now.

Turning around, I watch her sleep. Although she’s wearing nothing but a pair of panties, she’s kicked off the covers, and her hand rests protectively on the swell of her belly. Our baby’s due date was two days ago, but he’s refusing to leave the comfort of his mother’s womb. Stubborn, just like his dad.

I take off my pants and crawl into bed beside her, slipping my hand over her hip as I press my chest against her bare skin. She shifts onto her back and lets out a sleepy sigh. “I fell asleep. Have I missed the ball drop?”

Dropping a kiss on her shoulder, I glance at the TV on the wall. “Not yet, corazón. We have fifteen more minutes.”

“I’m sorry I’m the worst New Year’s company ever this year.”

“No.” I kiss her again and rub a hand over her stomach. Our son kicks against it, and I smile. “You’re the absolute best.”

“You’re so smooth,” she purrs, pressing her beautiful ass against me and making my cock stiffen.

“You’re a wicked little siren rubbing yourself on me like that.”

She giggles. “Well, you did promise to take care of me after the movie.”

“I know, but you fell asleep watching it.” I nip her shoulder.

She rubs a hand over her abdomen before placing it over mine. “What can I say? Growing an entire human is a tough deal, Ice.”

“I know, corazón, and you’re doing an exceptional job.”

“You think?” she whispers.

“I know.” I trail kisses over her neck, and she moans. Taking my hand, she moves it down between her thighs. “Do you want me to take care of you right now?”

I tug her panties aside and her back bows. “Yes, please.”