Vengeance Aside (Wanted Men 0.5)(72)

“Hubs.”

His Magdalena walked her perfect body over and pointed to the windows.

“Yes?” he inquired with a feigned innocence when she didn’t say anything.

“I’ve been waiting next to the pool forever. You said we could do this today.” She shifted on her hip. “It isn’t very hot outside, I’m in need, and we’re alone in the house for at least another hour.”

He frowned around the punch of a hard-on as thoughts of yoga lessons turned to concern for his father. “My father isn’t back yet?”

“No. Should he be?”

He made a call.

“Papa.”

A long-suffering sigh sounded. “Lukas, for Christ’s sake, you nanny worse than your mother ever did. We’re just coming up the drive.”

He put his phone down, smiling, when a dead line sounded in his ear. “He’s just pulling in.”

Dale crossed her arms and gave him a stern look from under her lashes. “Did you time that on purpose?”

“I know you’re trying to show your annoyance with me, but when you look like this while wearing that?” He waved a finger to encompass the whole package of beauty. “You just look totally fuckable.”

She dropped her arms and started backing away when he got to his feet. “Really. Well, fuckable isn’t how I’m feeling at the moment, so keep your monster contained because there won’t be any creaming the Twinkie right now.”

“Creaming the Twinkie?” he laughed as he advanced on her and her lush ass.

“Yeah. You know.” She danced behind his desk on the tips of her toes, grinning her beautiful head off. “There won’t be any shellacking the canoe for you. No putting any ranch dressing in the Hidden Valley. Your wife isn’t in the mood to play a game of Mr. Wobbly hides his helmet.”

He leaned on the desk, noting they’d done nothing but trade places. “How old are you? Are you sure I didn’t mistakenly marry a high school student?”

She poked her tongue out, which did nothing but make him want to suck on it. “I’ll be twenty-three in exactly five days, old guy. You better not forget my birthday, or you’ll be dropping stomach pancakes for—”

He lunged and caught her around the waist because she couldn’t very well dive through the window to get out of his reach. He barely understood her curse because she was laughing as he dragged her across his desk and fell into a leather armchair with her in his lap.

As papers fluttered to the floor and pens stopped rolling, she snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him. “You’re such a spoiled brat.”

“I know.”

“But you can’t have what you want right now.”

“Oh?” He slid his palm up her inner thigh to get at what he wanted. “Why’s that?”

“Because the minute your dad walks in—”

The doorbell chimed, interrupting her.

“He hits the bell, and you go running,” she finished with a soft giggle.

He gently stroked her covered pussy. “Does that bother you?” He watched her nipples harden. And then saw her brow wrinkle for a second as she put her hand over his to stop him from getting under the edge of her bikini bottoms.

“No,” she snorted. “Why would it?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m choosing him over you.”

“Lukas,” she rolled her eyes, “don’t be silly. I might describe sex and masturbation in a juvenile way to get a laugh out of you, but I don’t have the mindset of a child. I know you and your father are running an operation that means you need to be in constant contact. It doesn’t bother me in the least. Unless I don’t hear from you for a long time. Then I shit myself because I can’t help but think something’s wrong.” She pressed his fingers against her, but still wouldn’t let him in.

He knew all of this, but it didn’t hurt to have it verbalized. “Wanna make a deal?”

Her eyes began to sparkle. “Okay.”

“You come with me to see what he wants. When he sees you, if it isn’t anything important, he’ll let it wait and we can go upstairs and f—”

“Finally get to those yoga poses you promised to try that will help you deal better with stress?”

Her concern for him was an incredible thing. “I was going to say fuck, but your idea sounds okay, too.”

She whacked his shoulder. “Dirty mouth. How about yoga first, then we can get naked. Better yet; naked yoga. Mmm. Think about it. I’m the instructor, so you can look all you want, but you’re not allowed to touch until I say so. Think you can do it?”

“No.”

“Will you try?”

“For you? Of course.” He stood and put her on her feet then went to the corner and took a hoodie off the coat tree. She’d left it in here the other day after he’d stripped her of it so he could get a look at her stunning breasts in the sunlight that had been shining through the windows.

After he pulled it over her head, he took her hand and led her out of his office and down the hall to the entrance where his father waited with his regular byki. One of Lukas’s boys was just coming in the door with a fistful of mail.

As Lukas spoke to his father about a deal they were working on with an MC Vasily had vouched for before he and his crew had left, Dale remained quiet and unobtrusive next to him.