Dirty Little Secret: A Billionaire Romance Duet - Mika Lane Page 0,58
back at me.
Wait. What did he just say?
My coworkers were clapping and cheering.
I guess I’d heard him right.
I clutched my hand to my chest. “Oh my gosh. Thank you, guys. Thank you, Ed.”
“Well, you deserve it, Saffi. You were courageous and did a great job.”
Even Tom, with an eye on the cute receptionist, seemed happy for me.
Another thing to talk to her about over lunch…
The office hadn’t been my only move. I arrived home that night and threw my keys on the penthouse’s kitchen counter. I still had some boxes to unpack from my dad’s house, but was getting settled in nicely.
“Varden?” I called.
“In here, babe.”
I followed his voice to find him in the den. He was throwing items in a large green garbage bag.
“Whatcha doin’?”
He held up his mask from Club Silk. “Thinking it’s time to say goodbye to this baby.” He tossed it in the bag.
“Wait! You could always save it, put it on a shelf or something.”
He considered it for a moment. “You know, I don’t want it. I’m not hiding anymore.”
“Are you sure?”
He placed his hands on either side of my face. “Hiding is my past. Loving you is my future.” He planted his mouth on mine for a knee-wobbling, breathtaking kiss.
That all-too-familiar throb between my legs began to make itself known. There’d been a lot of that since I’d moved into the penthouse.
“And Beau is okay with everything?”
“He’s more than okay. He’s thrilled. He thinks the world of you. And he seems to like his new place. I think he’s really turned things around.”
Tears sprung to my eyes.
“How did I get lucky enough to fall into the Gallagher family?”
He smiled. “How did I get lucky enough to fall into the Bartlett family?”
Easing me against the game table, he pulled my dress over my head. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor and his hands flew to my bare breasts as kisses sprinkled over my hard nipples. He took one between his teeth and gently tugged.
My head spun with desire. This man knew exactly how to touch me every moment of every day.
How did he do that, find the connection that drew us together over and over again, that left me so weak in the knees?
“We could head over to the club if you want to. But things seem pretty hot right here.”
He wasn’t kidding.
“Oh, wait a sec.” I relayed the story of my award.
“God, baby, I’m so proud of you. You killed it, just like I knew you would.”
“Couldn’t have done it without you, you know. And we salvaged our relationship with M.”
“Oh yeah.” He turned me around and slid my panties down to run his tongue along my aching pussy.
“And I’ll be forever in your debt for not outing me as a club member,” he added with a laugh.
I moaned as my clit throbbed with heaviness. “I like your being in my debt.” I turned to face him, licking my taste from his lips and tongue.
“You could have broken me,” he said.
“I’d say I did break you. And then I put you back together.”
He lay me back on the game table, sending chess pieces flying to the floor.
“You’re right. I’m happier, stronger, wiser, and…more complete. I’ve found all I need,” he told me.
I nodded in agreement. And there would always be more stories to write, and maybe even awards to win. But until then, we had each other. And together, we were more than enough.
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Chapter 1
Nara
“You are not my husband, Simon. Stop telling people that.”
“Nara my dear, but I am your husband. And I will tell anyone I please that I’m your husband.”
Good thing he was on the other end of the phone line.
I swallowed hard. I couldn’t let him know how he rattled me. “I don’t know why you are making this so hard. We agreed that as soon as you got your US citizenship, we’d start on the divorce.” I’d lowered my voice so the whole office didn’t hear.
Long sigh, followed by a chuckle.
Smug fuck.
“Darling. Darling. Now, you know what you have to do if you want to cast me off so badly. ’Course that one night in London…well, it didn’t seem like you wanted to ever leave my side. Or should I say, my cock?”
God. The mistake of a lifetime. We’d been in London, his hometown, taking fake pictures to prepare for our big, fake US Immigration