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"You're insane."
"No, I just finally understood what you’ve been telling me all along. If you aren’t comfortable voting the shares, we can have Micah proxy vote for you, but they belong to you. They're all in your name, every last one of them."
"You've handed me your entire fortune. What if I run off with it? What if I decide to marry someone else?"
"I'm never granting you a divorce. You can decide whether to live your life with me or without me, but you will have to kill me if you want to be rid of me as your husband."
She threw up her hands. "That is madness, Atticus."
"Because I'm mad for you."
She lifted her brow. "Do not quote song lyrics at me."
"Sorry." I stepped into her space, hoping she would let me. She stood rooted to the spot and didn't move. Then I took her hands. "I made a mistake, Gwen. Twice now I have made cataclysmic mistakes. But I am standing here promising to humble myself before you. We can be a team. We’ll make decisions as a team, and they will be honored, or my life is forfeit. You are all I’ve ever wanted, and I love you. You needed me to show you that I trust you and that I will not make decisions without you, so this is it. I literally give you all that I have."
Her eyes burned with tears, and they streamed down her face. "My God, Atticus. What have you done?"
"Hopefully, what I've done is taken the first step to show you that I understand exactly where I went wrong and I'm trying to rectify it. And if this was the wrong way, like I said, we can dial it back. The shares are yours, but Micah can vote them for you if you don’t want any of this responsibility. If you want to walk out of here, you can go with your freedom and you’ll never have to think about it again except to look at your annual statements for how much money you've made. You will have to keep my name, though. Because I'm not divorcing you. Ever."
When she started sobbing, I pulled her in against my chest. "You don't have to give me an answer right now. I'll take anything you give me. Anything."
She pushed back enough to look up at me and said, "From the moment I met you, you were it for me, Atticus."
"That's nice to hear, though I sense a but."
She shook her head. "No buts. You were it. Lance, your reluctant knight, pointed out to me that you make me better, more open, lighter. You see me."
“Then can you come home, please? Please come home with me."
She nodded, and that set off another fresh wave of tears.
I tugged her to me and asked, "Mrs. Price, what would you like to do now that you own fifty-seven percent of Pendragon Tech?"
She threw her head back and cackled that throaty laugh I loved so much. "Well, I'm trying to decide whether I want to have you fuck me on the conference room table first, or in the car, or in our own damn bed in the penthouse."
"I'm game for all three."
She eyed the conference room table. "On second thought, your father sat there, so not here."
I chuckled. “Then let's go home, Mrs. Price."
"Okay, Mr. Price. Let’s go home."
Chapter 44
ATTICUS
Should I show caution? Yes. Should I take heed that we were driving? Also yes. But when she took my fingers and laced them with hers, leaning in to give me a soft kiss, I couldn't stop myself from responding.
And true to form, once we kissed, we couldn't seem to stop. Gentle glides of our lips in one moment, and the next thing I knew we were moaning and clutching at each other, desperate for more.
I thanked Christ that I had already put up the partition to separate us from Gavin in the driver’s seat, so he couldn't hear us. And at that point, I didn't care who was driving or who on the New York City streets would see me fucking my wife.
Gwen squirmed closer, her dress rubbing suggestively against the leather seat of the car. My mind was consumed with desire for her as my hands roamed her body, desperate to feel every inch of her. I slipped my hand under her dress and traced the outline of her thigh, feeling the lace of her panties before sliding underneath. "My beautiful wife is so wet for me," I growled in her ear as my fingers eagerly explored her slick folds. She moaned and cursed, throwing her head back as I teased her clit with my fingers. “Tell me, baby, how do you want it? Hard and fast? Or do you want me to make you wait and beg for my cock?”
“God, Atticus,” she whispered, her eyes heavy with desire. “You know what I want,” she purred, her voice barely audible as she clung tighter to me.
The arousal in her voice was enough to make my cock twitch in response, straining against the confines of my trousers. I ripped her panties off with a swift tug, tossing them carelessly on the floorboard. Our moans filled the car, the city noise outside fading to a dull hum. With one hand I pulled down my zipper, releasing myself as she unfastened her seatbelt and positioned herself over me. “Fuck, Gwen, I love you.”
