Page 15 of Rim Job
Who the hell is this man?
Make sure to Google search him.
My husband.
Still, why is he here? My small, sparkly clutch gripped in his large hands draws my attention, and I smile slightly at the absurdity of it.
“I thought your driver was returning with my clutch. Why are you here?” I pull my robe in a little tighter around my chest. My pebbled nipples don’t go unnoticed by him. He licks his bottom lip lightly before he drags his teeth across it, and my attraction to him ratchets up several levels from that action alone.
He raises that blue gaze to my face and extends my clutch to me. “I couldn’t possibly entrust such an important task to anyone else.” His eye-lids drop slightly, and he takes one step after another until barely any space remains between our bodies. “I also wanted to see my wife again.”
He takes a moment to leisurely scan me from head to toe. I find myself trying to stop my body from leaning into his as he reaches out two fingers to grasp a strand of my hair. He tugs it not so gently before he pulls it to his nose and sniffs. A low groan rumbles deep within his chest.
“The things I long to do to you, wife.”
He drops my hair in favor of gripping my waist. He roughly draws my body into his, and a rush of air leaves my lungs. His scent of leather and mint wraps around me, drowning me, and making every breath I take while in his arms seem erotic somehow.
Definitely the Rim Effect.
I bring my hands up to his chest, and before I can try to push away from him, my clutch hits the floor, and the hand that was holding it lands on my ass and hauls me even tighter into his body. Any protest on my part flees the moment his mouth lands on mine. Clearly, this man destroys any and all of my self-control. I part my lips for him, welcoming his tongue to slide along mine.
A tiny moan slips from me, and my clenched fists unfurl to latch onto the lapels of his jacket so I can pull him deeper into our lust-filled kiss, deeper into me. His now rigid cock presses into my terry cloth covered abdomen, and warmth floods my body. No fucking wonder I married him. If he can kiss this well, his bedroom skills must be off the charts.
“Damn, you chicks have a thing for making out in hallways, don’t you?”
A squeak of surprise escapes me as I pull away from Rim, wide eyed, and turn to find Maddox Case strolling up to us, a present in hand. Rim’s eyes narrow on Maddox, his body rigid, muscles taught as if some man has come to claim his favorite new toy.
Me.
I can’t help the smile that crosses my face at his almost primitive reaction to some perceived competition, but I don’t intend to correct Rim or introduce the two men. The less Maddox knows, the better. I don’t need him telling Beck. Telling Beck is a straight line to telling Glory. Lucky for me, Glory insisted they not see or speak to one another until she walks down the aisle. She’s a traditionalist in this aspect even if they have been shacking up for months already. So, at least I have some time before she will know—if she ever does. I will not allow this fuck up of mine to overshadow her day.
Maddox pays no attention to Rim in the slightest and grins at me. That grin undoubtedly melts thousands of women’s hearts and panties, daily. It’s boyish, charming, and mischievous all at once. I glance toward Rim and try not to laugh as a muscle in his chiseled jaw tics. His eyes narrow and lock onto Maddox in hateful slits.
I can’t blame Rimmington, actually. Maddox is so good-looking. I don’t understand why Jen isn’t pursuing him. Clearly, they have a thing going on between them. Who am I to judge, though? I married the best-looking man I’ve ever seen, and I’m trying to get an annulment.
“Hey, Christina. Sorry to interrupt. Beck sent me to deliver Glory a pre-wedding present. I can come back or just leave it here, with you. Um, is Jen in there?” Maddox’s cheeks softly flush, and his free hand goes to rake though his hair.
“Jen is in there.” I nod my head toward the door, the motion emphasizing my point. “Hold on, I’ll get her.” I push it open and find Jen sitting on the sofa.
She hops off the cushion and rushes toward me. “What did he want? Are you okay?” A million questions loom in the wrinkle of her brow, as she grabs my hand between hers, squeezing tightly.
“He returned my clutch. Um, Maddox is here with a gift for Glory from Beck. I need you to take it, please. I don’t want Glory to see Rim.” I whisper the words, hoping like hell the two men who stand in the hall, utterly silent, can’t hear me.
Jen’s face scrunches up in a look of disgust. “Fucking Maddox,” Jen softly grumbles.
“What is going on with you two?” I whisper as low as I can.
“Later. We can only handle one fuck up at a time today. I have Ev keeping Glory busy. She wants to know why I asked her to do that. We will have to tell her.”
Her response is short and laced with frustration as she pulls the door open, steps around me, and out into the hall. I step back into the hall and pull the door softly closed behind me.
Great, one more person to tell about my fuck up.
The largest grin I have ever seen spreads across Maddox’s face as he takes in Jen’s appearance. He eye-fucks her from head to toe, so blatantly, it makes my cheeks flush. Clearly, I’m missing a story here. Jen grabs the gift from Maddox and storms back into our suite, the door silently closing behind her. I have no doubt if it weren’t for my secret standing here in the hall, that would have been a door slamming off its hinges.
Maddox just laughs softly to himself before he sighs. “That fucking woman. One day, I’m going to fucking show her how to properly vent her frustrations. See you later, Christina.” Maddox tips his chin to Rim in a good-bye before he saunters down the hallway like it’s a stage to be owned.
“Who was that? Is he someone to you?” A quiet possessive rage laces Rimmington’s questions, and I can’t deny that I like this side to him.
