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She raises her hands, palms out. "Sorry, sorry. Can't help it, though. You are adorable, not a demon at all."
"Who says I'm a demon?"
"It was discussed over lunch." She gets that familiar teasing look on her face. "Erica said you must be a demon holding me hostage in your dungeon to do naughty rituals with me, and that's why I hadn't left the house since coming to Scotland. Then Calli wondered if you might have a forked penis. After that, we got distracted when Erica started grilling me about what it's like sleeping with an uptight solicitor."
"Forked penis?" I contemplate that statement for a moment but decide I'll never understand women. What else did they discuss? My hands tense on her hips. "Did you tell Erica and Calli about—about our arrangement?"
"I wouldn't do that. It's private."
Relief slackens my fingers, and I tug her closer. "How did you answer Erica's question?"
"About our sex life?" Emery wriggles even closer, the proximity of her body stirring my cock. "I told her you are a demon, but only in the bedroom. We have mind-blowing, earth-shattering, screaming-hot sex and you do me so hard all night long I can't walk or speak for two days after."
"What?"
"Chill, Rory." She presses her body into mine, moving her hand up my thigh and across my hip to cup my erection. "I didn't tell the girls anything private. But I did tell them you're awesome in the sack."
My mouth slides into a smirk, and I let my hands drift up to her waist. "I'm awesome, am I?"
"Absolutely."
Maybe I shouldn't care if Emery thinks I'm awesome at sex, but I can't help liking the fact that she does.
"I spoke to Aidan earlier," I said. "He called me 'sweetie-pie.' Twice."
Emery winces, and her lips peel back from her teeth. "Whoops. Erica said Lachlan told her you can be a grump sometimes. I told her maybe, but you're also a real sweetie-pie." She bites her lip. "Calli must've told Aidan what I said."
"Heaven save us from blethering wives. I warned you if Aidan heard your silly names for me, he'd be calling me 'sweetie-pie' for the rest of eternity."
"I'll make it up to you, promise." She slithers down my body until her face hovers in front of my swollen cock. "If you'll let me."
My chest swells as I suck in a deep breath.
With her hands on my thighs, she grasps my zipper with her teeth.
The breath explodes out of me.
Emery pulls the zipper down millimeter by millimeter with her gaze locked on mine.
I grasp the back of her head, halting her progress. "No, Emery."
"Why not? Because it's daytime?"
"Because… Just donnae." If I let her do this, I'll lose control. That's one thing I cannot ever do again with her. Keeping my wits in order is the only safe choice.
She hoists her body up, using her hands on my thighs as leverage. "Okay. Your loss."
I rise and slap her erse. "Off with you. I have work."
As Emery heads for the door, she waves her fingers at me. "That excuse won't work forever, you know."
No, it won't. But I will never relinquish control to my wife. If I let her unravel me, I'll never get the strings tied together again.
Control. That's what I need. Isn't it?
