Marrying Mr. Wrong (Dirty Martini Running Club #3) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,70

tits.

Mine.

Slowing, I loosened my grip on her and paused to catch my breath. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” Her eyes flicked to her chest. “That was fun.”

I grinned and climbed off her. “Don’t move.”

I got a washcloth and a clean towel out of a closet and ran the washcloth under warm water. Sophie lay draped across the couch, one arm resting above her head, the other on her stomach. Her hair was wild around her face and her cheeks flushed a sweet shade of pink.

“Let me get that for you.” I crouched next to her and cleaned her up, gently wiping her with the washcloth, then patted her dry with the towel.

“Thank you.”

She sat up and I grabbed a throw blanket, then settled in next to her and draped it around both of us. She relaxed against me, her head resting on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her.

“Who knew that sweet little thing in pigtails would grow up to be such a dirty girl?”

She laughed. “You must bring it out in me. I’m not usually that dirty.”

“That feels like a damn good accomplishment.” I nuzzled my cheek against her hair. “We good, sugar?”

“Yeah. We’re good.”

I nodded, enjoying the feel of her warm body next to mine. Getting a little dirty with Sophie was great, but I had a lot more going on inside me than just the satisfaction of an orgasm—even one as mind-blowing as I’d just had. I was both sated and relieved. Something about this moment felt natural. Like coming home to Sophie after a long week away.

On some level, that made me nervous. But on another, I wanted to just roll with it and see where it took us. Even if it was somewhere completely unexpected.

In fact, I had a strange suspicion that it would be.

25

Cox

Monday morning rolled around all too quickly. Sophie and I spent the weekend holed up at home, making me feel that we were a hell of a lot like a… well, a married couple. Waking up in bed together and indulging in some delicious morning sex. Sipping coffee in the kitchen. Cooking meals and sitting down to eat together. It was all very domestic and enjoyable in a way that I wouldn’t have anticipated.

The truth was, I liked her. A lot. And I liked her for more than her body—sex goddess though she was. I liked her company. Her smile. Her hair, especially the way it looked when it was wild in the morning. The way she knocked things over and tripped over her own feet and yet nothing seemed to get her down.

Some very strange thoughts about Sophie and this whole marriage thing kept trying to push their way to the forefront of my mind. And I kept pushing right back because they were clearly crazy. Sure, I liked her, but that didn’t mean…

Anyway.

I got my head on straight for a call with Irene Prager to update her on the status of the project. Then I had another meeting with my engineering team. So far, things were going to plan—more or less. We were roughly on schedule, and if a few more pieces fell into place, we’d be breaking ground right on time.

Walking back to my office from the conference room, I caught sight of Althea. She was at her desk, focused on something on her laptop.

A hit of unease made my shoulders tighten. Had she really met with Dominic behind my back? I didn’t want Sophie to be right, because if Althea set her mind to it, she could do a lot of damage, both to my company and to me personally. But if Sophie was wrong, had she simply been mistaken? Or had she lied to me for some reason?

Not a lot of good options.

I veered into Althea’s office and shut the door behind me.

She looked up. “What’s up?”

For some reason, Sophie’s dad and his interrogation popped into my head. No bullshit.

“Did you meet with Dominic last weekend?”

Her face registered surprise, but only for a split second before her features smoothed over. “As a matter of fact, I did.”

Well holy shit, Sophie had been right. I was strangely relieved by that.

“Then the obvious questions are why, and why didn’t you bother to mention that to me?”

She met my eyes, nothing but confidence in her expression. “The first thing he did when he got out of rehab was hire a PR firm. I don’t give a shit if he tries to spin this into some kind