Their Forever - Chloe Kent Page 0,28

legs together because he hadn't wanted to touch her, she thought in wonderment again. His way, he had growled at Liam when her husband had questioned him by just saying his name.

Her breathing out of whack, she quickly shoveled a decent amount of breakfast into her mouth, enough to appease Liam, then dug deep into her short-term memory to find the question he had asked her.

“I have to visit the shelter, go into the office for a little bit, and then I have a late lunch with Lucille and Helen to discuss the next fundraiser ball.” She had a few other things she needed to get to today, but she blanked on them completely.

“Good. I trust you'll treat Kade with the respect he deserves.” Then without waiting for an answer from her, he continued. “Kade, you have my permission to use whatever means necessary to ensure that Olivia does as instructed. You have my permission to touch my wife.”

Chapter Seven

As if doused with fire, Olivia lost her breath and sat there trembling inconsolably. She stole a quick glance at her husband who had leaned back in his chair, a king with the world at his feet, a gorgeous specimen of male that stole everything from her.

The look in his eyes was the same he had given Kade in the study when he ordered him to make her come. Slowly she tossed her gaze to Kade and he sat in direct contrast to Liam. He had leaned forward in his chair, his hands clasped so tightly against his mouth, his veins stood out even more than usual. Tension spilled off him in waves as he clenched his jaw. It lasted for a moment before his stoic features returned, leaving Olivia wondering if she had imagined it all.

Shakily, she rose from the table and commenced her exit. She had never done a walk of shame before in her life; she had been a virgin when Liam married her. But that's exactly how her leaving the breakfast room felt, like a walk of some indescribable shame.

Kade spanking her was one thing. Her breaking down to the basest level of her constitution, where she had to beg her husband to stop another man from administering a punishment because she'd delved into that insane space where her body took over her mind, was another. She had shown her weakness. She had succumbed.

But now she balled her fists as she slowly and quaveringly walked out, vowing that she was going to do her utmost best to get rid of Kade Tremayne at any cost. And she could do that as soon as she found out what hold he had on her husband.

Even just thinking that thought made no sense. Liam Stone was beholden to no one. It wasn't who he was. She had seen him crush powerful men with powerful global connections with his words alone cutting threats in his always smooth, measured, and deep voice. So what did Kade have on him? She intended to find out.

Finally reaching her bedroom, she shut the door and leaned against it, letting her breathing do whatever it wanted. The result had her panting heavily. She clutched her throat feeling as if she were going to burst apart.

After a few more moments of complete indecision as she crumbled repeatedly, she took one sobering breath, forced herself upright, and ordered herself to get it together.

She needed to shower off Kade's touch. She needed to understand and accept that Liam was not going to fire him no matter what she said, which left her with only one option.

In her eyes, Kade Tremayne was going to be a nonentity from now on and that meant that she wasn't going to let him get under her skin. She would treat him civilly but even that would be brought to such a bare minimum they would hardly have to exchange words at all.

Stripping off her ruined dress and bra, she stepped out of her shoes and slipped into the shower. She scrubbed and grimaced her way through her ablutions hating that the wetness between her thighs was still slick and silky and copious, her clit and folds so sensitive to even the slightest touch. Her nipples had remained achingly hard and her ass stung a lot.

Unable to contain herself, she folded her arm against her breast, pressing against her nipples as she squeezed her thighs together and banged her fist on the wall of the extravagant shower cubicle.

Why did she not show more control?

Why