Wren

We’ve barely made it into our suite when I leap into his arms. He catches me effortlessly.

“You want this as bad as I do, don’t you, sweetheart?” His palms splay across my ass while my arms go around his neck as he walks us into the bedroom.

“You know I do,” I murmur. “Thank you for bringing Judi. I missed her, and I’m sorry for telling her when you said I shouldn’t.”

He nuzzles the under of my chin. “All is forgiven. I’m just glad she hasn’t spilled ...