Strip Now

Particularly in regards to my cleavage.

I chuckled to myself as I put on a simple black skirt and tight-fitting button-down blouse.

If I knew Nicholas at all—and I did—the blouse and skirt wouldn't last long.

I finished with a pair of heels, adding at least three inches to my short stature. I was giddy with my plan, smiling and humming as I checked myself one last time in the mirror.

I couldn't wait to have my Nicholas back. Though I missed the sex, I missed the intimacy even more. These two weeks had hurt me just as much as him.

So much so that I was starting to regret my actions.

I sighed and pushed those thoughts away, grabbing my purse before eagerly making my way downstairs, where I knew John would already be waiting. Laura shook her head, waving me off, knowing it would be futile to try and make me eat breakfast.

My phone rang on the way, and I was surprised to find Virgil calling on one of his days off from babysitting.

"Virgil?"

"I've got good news." He sounded almost chipper. Very un-Virgil-like. "Well, disturbing news, but good for you."

Huh? "Tell me."

"We nailed Benson. Or, rather he nailed Rosemary first. But he's singing like a bird now."

"What do you mean he nailed Rosemary?"

He laughed and then cleared his throat. "I mean, Rosemary slept with him, trying to get information about you."

Gross.

I couldn't process being so desperate as to sleep with Benson and his sweaty, bald self. It just didn't compute, and it very nearly destroyed my excitement to seduce my husband.

"What exactly did he tell her?"

"I don't have all the details yet, but I'll fill you in as soon as I do. I'm going to talk to Mr. Rowe as soon as he's out of his meeting."

Oh, hell no.

"I don't think so. I'm on my way to his office now. Give me a couple of hours and then you can talk to him."

He fell silent for a minute. "Why are you going down there? Is something wrong? You need to give the guy a break, Willow."

"Don't you worry about that. I'm going to take very good care of him. And unless you want me to give you all the gory details about exactly what I'm going to do to his entire body— over and over—I suggest you trust me right now."

He groaned. "Dammit, Willow. Why do you have to tell me these things? I'm not one of your gossip girls, even if you seem to think so."

I giggled to myself at his grumbling. "You were the one telling me to make nice with him."

"Yeah, but I don't need to hear the details. Just make sure you're both dressed when I get there."

My laughter was out loud at that one. "I make no promises. You better knock hard. We can be pretty loud and we may not hear you. See you later, Virgil."

He garbled some response and I grinned as I hung up.

Soon enough we arrived, and I rushed inside and onto the elevator. Once I reached his floor, I strutted through the lobby, anticipating the attempts by Julia to stop me.

"Wait!" she squealed from her desk.

I just kept walking, holding my hand up as if to say shut the hell up. I heard her loud huff and rearranged my fingers to flip her the bird as I threw Nicholas' office door open with my other hand.

He was sitting behind his desk, his mouth falling open as he watched me walk in and slam the door behind me. I threw my purse on the couch and leaned back against the door.

"Strip," I said loudly. "Now."

The room was completely still except for my racing heart. I stayed right where I was, wanting him to come to me.

"I really hope that's your wife," a voice interrupted over the speakerphone.

Shit!

My cheeks burst into flames as I realized Nicholas was talking to someone. So much for my master seduction plan.

"Yeah...uh, can I call you back?"

The guy chuckled. "Sure thing. We can finish this later."

My husband’s expression turned from surprise to intrigue as he ended the call and stood up. I willed my blush to go away and tried to be sexy when he started walking toward me.

He wasn't wearing a jacket, but his shirt still looked fresh and unwrinkled under his tie. It wasn't going to stay that way for long if I had any hand in it.

Each step he took in my direction sent a thousand more butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I was glad I didn't stop and eat anything because I hadn't felt this nervous since the first time he and I had met.

He stopped right in front of me, and I tried to remember to breathe as I looked up at him. He placed his hands on either side of my head and lowered his face until we were at eye level.

"What are you doing here, Willow?"

‘Be strong. You can do this.’

I raised my hand, sliding it up his stomach until I heard his sharp intake of breath. I grabbed his tie, pulling him even closer. "I want you. Right here. Right now."

His eyes bore into mine, hesitating as if he was debating it, and I started to second-guess myself. Maybe he wasn't ready to let it all go.

‘No. Screw that. I was the one mad at him.’

I narrowed my eyes before yanking on his tie and pressing my lips to his. That snapped him out of whatever was holding him back.

"Fuck." He slammed me back into the door, one hand moving to cradle my head and the other sliding down to cup my ass. His kisses were demanding and exactly what I wanted.

I groaned when he suddenly pulled away, panting as he looked at me.

"Are we okay? God, I fucking want you, but I need us to be okay first."

Any anger I had left melted away as I placed my hand on his cheek.

"Yes. I wouldn't be here—in heels—if we weren't."

His mouth dropped open again as his eyes darted down. He lifted my skirt up, staring at my legs like they were a bottle of water in the middle of a desert.

"Fucking hell. What are you doing to me?"

There was a loud thud when he plastered me to the door again. It only took him a second or two to have my skirt on the floor, followed quickly by my shirt.

As I guessed, neither was going to be making a reappearance in my wardrobe.

I think he cursed when he noticed the corset, but I wasn't sure since his face was soon buried in my chest. The rest of his words were muffled, although I made out 'beautiful' and 'tits' in there somewhere.

I had to agree. One of the perks of pregnancy seemed to be an upgrade on my boobs. I did wonder if I would get to keep them after the baby was born, or if they would have to be returned.

Like leasing a car.

Whatever he was doing felt great though, and I tangled my fingers through his hair to keep him as close as possible. His lips eventually moved north, trailing across my chest, along my collarbone, and up my neck.

"Lose the panties."

He used that gravelly sex voice that went straight to my lady parts. My entire body was tingling so much at this point, I thought I was going to combust if I didn't have him soon. I quickly shimmied out of my panties while he cursed at the ribbons of my corset.

At least he was as impatient as I was.

My hands moved to rid him of his clothes next, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He groaned against my neck when I tugged his pants and boxers down, finding Cocky Junior ready to go.

"Now. Leave the rest on," I begged, not caring that we were both still half-dressed.

"Mmmm," he moaned, sucking below my ear. "There are so many things I want to do to you right now."

‘Yes, please!’

His hands slid down my body agonizingly slow before he gripped my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, crying out when he pushed inside me.

My moans were muffled by his mouth as he drove me into the door over and over. It was fast, hard, and animalistic. I kicked off my shoes before digging my heels into his backside.