Snapshot

by Kay Cove

“Thank you,” I murmur against her skin. “For what?” “After business trips, I usually return to a house. This time, I’m returning to a home.” “You’re returning home to a hot mess express of a wife who just humiliated you in the media. I gossiped like a schoolgirl about my boy toy to a fucking rat of a human being.” “Embarrassed me?” I ask, smirking into her neck. “I didn’t actually read the article. What else is in there about me and my dick?” “Nothing. Just that you’re well-groomed and have long, thick fingers and know how to use them,” she mumbles hurriedly. I burst out laughing. “None of that is embarrassing for me. Flattering, actually.” “There’s a forum on Reddit of women who say they’d be willing to—and I quote—‘skull and crossbones emoji’ me if it meant they’d have a chance with you.” “Hence the need for security.” “Dex—” “Len, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. What do I need to do to make you feel safe?” She turns her head so her lips are close to mine. I’m just grateful she’s in my arms. Naked, wet, warm. All I want is to taste her lips, but the worry lines on her forehead are keeping me from claiming what’s mine. “Just be here with me as much as you can. Help me do a good job at all this. I don’t want to let you down.” “Okay.”