At Wits' End - Kenzie Reed Page 0,52
was a crumb.”
He feeds me the entire cookie, bite after melting bite, and then another.
“That’s good, thank you.” My body is flushed with arousal.
“Thank you for making me the coffee, decaf and shake. That was really nice of you, and I shouldn’t have been all pissy about it. I’m just really afraid I’m screwing up this deal.” He shakes his head. “It’s just turning out to be harder to do things from here than I expected.”
A chill rushes through me. “Do you need to go back to L.A.?”
He shakes his head. “No. Definitely not.”
I wait for more, but nothing comes. Why won’t he go back? Why did he commit himself to staying here if it’s so challenging?
For what feels like the millionth time, I ask, “Why did you marry me, Donovan?”
He arches an eyebrow, and his mouth curls up in a faint, sardonic smile. “Maybe it’s the final step in my evil plot to destroy the Ribaldi clan once and for all.”
“No, it isn’t.”
He smiles at me, warmth glinting from his eyes. “No, it isn’t,” he agrees. But he doesn’t elaborate. He’s clearly not going to.
“I’d offer you the winery’s office space, but the more I work there, the more I realize how cramped it is. We don’t even have enough room for our own people, and I don’t think you could get any work done there. Could you rent temporary office space in town?”
Temporary. Because he’s leaving at the end of the summer.
He nods. “I’ll look again. The town’s population is growing so fast that I wasn’t finding any options within reasonable driving distance, but with enough money all problems can be solved. I could buy a building, if necessary.”
“Oh, no. I hate to see you go to all that expense. You could maybe use your family’s–”
He shakes his head and shudders.
“I could call Pamela and see if their office building has any extra space.”
“As long as she doesn’t booby trap the office, I’d pay handsomely.”
“You do everything handsomely.”
He leans back in his seat, smirking. “Go on.”
“Oh, no. That’s all you get, and more than you need. You may have the body of a Greek god, but your ego is so well-nourished it’s got the BMI of a sumo wrestler.”
“The body of a Greek god?” he says delightedly.
I snort in exasperation.
“Of course that’s the part you chose to hear, not the part about your excessively corpulent ego.”
He grins at me. “I’m going to go warm up this coffee so we can continue this conversation about the finer points of my body.”
He stands up, and the towel falls and hits the floor. I bite down on my lip with a groan of frustration.
“Uhh…” he says.
“You did that on purpose!” I cry out.
“Did not.” He smirks. “And if you don’t like what you see, stop looking.”
I jump to my feet. “How can I stop? That thing’s enormous! Put it away – you could put someone’s eye out with that.”
He bursts out laughing. “Seriously? Yes, Sienna, it’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye.”
I bend down, grabbing the towel, and as he turns, he accidentally thwacks me in the head with his enormous, erect phallus. I let out a startled yelp and rear back.
“Sorry!” he shouts.
“You did that on purpose too!”
“I did not! I can’t help it; it’s literally everywhere! You just admitted it’s enormous!” He’s laughing so hard he’s nearly crying.
I snatch up the towel and try to wrap it around his waist. “Put it away!” I yell at him. “Hide that thing before somebody gets hurt!”
“It’s my house too. I can be naked if I want!”
We wrestle, and then I trip. He tries to catch me, and we both fall on the couch.
He lands on top of me, a wall of solid muscle, and I breathe in the clean pine scent of his shampoo.
“I’m sorry my dick hit you in the head,” he says. “Can I kiss it better?”
No. Bad Idea. This ends now.
“I guess so,” I say sullenly.
He kisses my forehead tenderly. “Is that better now?”
“That’s not where it hit me.”
He kisses another part of my forehead, then my cheek, then my lips.
A flood of emotions rushes through me, emotions I can’t even name. I pull back. “Donovan.”
“Yes?” His breath is warm and his gaze is so tender I think I might die.
“I need to know you won’t hurt me. And don’t say you would never, because you have before. And my heart can’t take any more. It just can’t.”
He blinks hard, and the sheen of moisture