The Man I Thought I Trusted - E. L. Todd Page 0,63

boxers, my cock getting hard instantly because that beautiful ass looked absolutely delicious. I kneeled at the foot of the bed and pressed my face between her cheeks, kissing that sexy pussy.

She moaned at my touch and turned her body so she could fist my hair. “Me too.”

Renee came by my office. “I talked to our legal team, and everything is in order.”

I was scrolling through my phone, looking at the sexy pictures Carson had sent me unexpectedly. I quickly locked the screen and turned to her. “Sorry?”

“I’ve got all the paperwork for Carson to sign. You think we can schedule a meeting with her tomorrow afternoon?”

“Does she need to sign this right now?” I turned in my chair to examine her.

“It’s a prenup, Dax. It needs to be done before nuptials. And don’t you want to get this shitty paperwork done ahead of time, that way it’s not weighing on you during your actual wedding? You’ve only got two weeks left, and that’s not even a hard date. She might wake up one day and want to do it then.”

I guess that all made sense. “Fine. I’ll schedule it with her.”

“Good.”

After work, we met at a deli to have a dinner of sandwiches.

She had a turkey sandwich, holding it one hand and sticking her other hand into the chip bag to grab a few before placing them in her mouth.

“Who’s handling the pharma article now?” I asked as I sat across from her. I loved that we spoke to each other as good friends, just the way she did with Charlie, but we had a whole other element to our relationship that we enjoyed behind closed doors. It was a perfect balance. We had the emotional foundation, but we also wanted to fuck each other’s brains out.

That was the secret to a happy relationship, if you asked me.

“My friend Arthur,” she said between bites. “I warned him about Simon, so hopefully he took it seriously.”

I didn’t know Simon personally, but I recognized his face because I saw him at events sometimes. But now, I’d always steer clear of him—not out of fear, but because I didn’t like shady people.

“Somehow, he knew I wasn’t on the assignment anymore. I got into a taxi, and he was waiting for me… Creepy.”

I stopped eating. “What?”

“He said I made the right decision to step down because he didn’t want to kill me.” She rolled her eyes. “Pompous ass. He’ll get what’s coming to him…eventually.”

Now, I was even more grateful she’d changed departments at the paper. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Yeah, he’s a bit dramatic.”

“Carson.” I didn’t think this was funny.

“It’s over now, so it doesn’t matter. I’m out of the game.” She pulled her hand out of the bag and sighed.

Thank god for that. “I’m so glad you aren’t doing that anymore. I couldn’t get through every single day not knowing what might happen to you.”

Her eyes grew serious. “Yeah. I can’t risk my life anymore, not when I have someone who can’t live without me.”

She had no idea how true that really was. “I couldn’t, sweetheart. I really couldn’t.” I had something money couldn’t buy, and that something had made me want to live life to a new fullness.

“I had a good run and established a ruthless reputation, so I feel like I still accomplished everything I wanted.”

“You’re definitely ruthless.” I let the serious moment pass, let us turn casual once more. It didn’t make sense to stress about what could have happened when she was out of harm’s way. Now, we would live a boring life together…a good life.

She continued to eat. “So, I’m thinking everyone will come over on tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“And I told Charlie and Denise to be as platonic as possible. I know that’s not really fair to ask, but we’ve got to make Kat comfortable until she gets used to it. I think that’s reasonable.”

“She’ll get desensitized to it.”

“Exactly.” She finished half her sandwich then moved to her second half.

I didn’t want to bring up my next topic, but she already had been receptive in the past, so it should be fine. Just get it over with. “I was wondering if you could come to the office tomorrow to sign all the paperwork.”

“Paperwork for what?” she asked after she chewed her bite.

I didn’t want to say it out loud. “The prenup…”

“Oh, totally forgot about that.” She grabbed her phone and pulled up her calendar. “I have a thirty-minute break at two. You want to do it then?”

“That works.”

“Alright,