one.
“Kids?” Andrew’s stunned voice echoed her reaction.
Marcia beamed. “Kids. I don’t want to take the surprise out of it, but it was in the numbers. And it doesn’t matter a whit to me that big families are out of vogue these days.”
Kat couldn’t stop the thrill her mother’s words brought. She’d always wanted her own little brood. That’s why having this one was so important. She couldn’t imagine her life without a child. Somewhere along the way she’d tripped herself up and now she couldn’t imagine herself without
His eyes met hers. Behind his dubiousness lay a spark of tender excitement.
“YOU’RE SURE YOU don’t mind if they stay the night,” Kat asked as she helped Andrew scout out blankets and pillows.
“I don’t mind them staying over. It’s just not clear to me why they can’t avail themselves of a guest room.” Kat’s mother and stepfather were entertaining and charming but pushing the weird side. And how the hell could he talk to her about his clause in their contract if he had in-laws bunking down with them? Not that he was looking for an excuse to put off an explosive topic.
“I know. But when Mother decides the karma’s good in a room, there’s no changing her mind.” She opened the laundry room door. “How about in here?”
Andrew quirked a wry smile. “I guess good karma’s hard to find these days.”
Kat laughed, an undercurrent of sexuality sparkling in her eyes. Andrew tucked away a mental note card-his wife found humor arousing. Maybe they’d spend next weekend in bed watching the comedy channel.
They both squeezed into the confines of the laundry area. Kat’s hip brushed against his thigh, throwing his body and imagination into overdrive. He came up with a new use for the ironing board mounted on the wall. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn’t even have an imagination. And if he did have one, it’d never encompassed ironing boards.
Kat explored a row of narrow shelves. “Bingo!”
Laughing over her shoulder at him, Kat bent forward to select a pillowcase from the bottom shelf. Andrew’s erection swelled further. He framed her delectable derriere with his hands and pulled her backward, until her soft curves met his jutting angles. She wriggled against him. Not in protest, but enticingly. Still pressing against her from behind, in blunt, straightforward terms he outlined his plans for her, him and the ironing board.
Kat’s breath came in ragged, short gasps as she arched her back, much like a cat soliciting attention. He slipped a finger past the leg of her shorts and the elastic of her panties to find her soft woman’s folds. Moist heat slicked his finger and he slid in another one.
With his fingers, he fondled and rubbed against her core. She mewled softly and thrust herself against him. Andrew thought he might explode from her unrestrained response. At that point, bringing her pleasure seemed the most important and natural thing.
Bending his head, he traced the shell of her ear while his fingers plumbed her. He shared with her in a low growl how much he enjoyed touching her. His hardness nestled against her soft bottom told its own story.
He felt the magic tension coiling tighter and tighter within her as he stroked against her core until she exploded, drenching his fingers with her nectar.
When her shudders subsided he turned her around to face him, bracing her between his thighs. She slumped against him as he pressed kisses into her rioting curls. He ached to sink himself into her honey-drenched warmth.
“What planet is this?” she murmured huskily. “No wonder Claudine was so uptight when you married me.”
Exuberant at her obvious pleasure, he tilted her head back to meet her dazed expression. “Claudia.” He sobered. “And it’s never been this way with anyone else. Only you.” And he knew it never would with anyone else.
A lazy, dreamy smile lit her generous mouth at his assertion, but it was quickly followed by a stricken look. She reached between them to touch his unrelieved tension. “Oh, no. What about you?”
Andrew gritted his teeth and removed her well-intended hand. “Just get your mother and Vince settled as quickly as possible. Tell them I got an important phone call.”
“Andrew, the phone hasn’t rung.” The little minx shot him a cheeky grin as she seemed to regain her equilibrium. “I’ll tell them you had an important call to make.”
Leaving him where he was, she scooped up the linens and made for the door. She leaned forward and brushed her full mouth against his, her tongue foraging swiftly. “Meet me in our room in ten minutes. And where’s that underwear Bitsy gave us?”
And then she was gone.
Ten minutes to more ecstasy.
“THAT GIRL IS MAKING a goddamned spectacle of all of us. Get rid of her.” A.W.’s order filled Andrew with a cold fury. Nonetheless, he leaned back in the leather club chair with an air of nonchalance. His Monday morning meeting regarding his partnership was off to a less-than-stellar start.
“That’s my wife you’re talking about. Not a piece of furniture you object to.” He stared his father down across the massive desk.
“Not much of a difference really. Think of wives as accessories, like a membership in a good golf club. They enhance who you are-show the world what you’re made of. Why the hell do you think I spend so much money on keeping your mother looking good?”
His father’s philosophy was nothing new to him, but suddenly he found himself sickened by the attitude.
“I love her.” What should have been an act came out as the gut-wrenching truth. Inwardly he reeled at the impact of the revelation.
A.W. smiled condescendingly. “Andrew, my boy, you’re thinking with that head between your legs, and it never makes good business decisions. You’re like me, son. You were born to practice law. You love it just like you love the power and prestige that goes with it.”
His father’s words struck a chord. He did love his work and everything that came with it. Since he’d been a small child, it had defined him. His adolescent fantasy had been his name on that brass plate downstairs. With desperation, he held on to his feelings for Kat. “Don’t talk about my wife that way. I love her.”
A.W. dismissed his assertion with a wave of his hand, as if it were a pesky gnat. “Infatuation. It’ll pass. But this firm’s been here for ninety years. It’s your heritage-it’s in your blood.”
“I don’t want to talk about Kat anymore. I want to talk about my partnership.”
“Ah, but the two are intertwined.”
“You wanted me married. I am. Now announce my partnership.”
A.W. stood and paced behind his desk, his hands clasped in back of him. “I’d like to. I really would. There’s just one problem.” He stopped pacing and faced Andrew. “You made a bad choice.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You joined the wrong country club, son. You bought a suit off the rack when you should’ve had one custom- made.” His eyes were flat and cold despite his jovial tone.
Andrew quelled his instinct to knock the supercilious look off his father’s face. “You’ve gone too far. You’ve always been manipulative, but I never expected you to be a cheat.”
“Drexall and Altman want you off their account. Let’s see, Ben Altman’s exact words were, ‘After that showing on Saturday evening, I don’t trust his judgment.”’ A.W. resumed his seat.
Andrew enunciated in brief, very impolite terms what Ben Altman could do.
“Ben would probably like that, but I’m afraid it’s physically impossible. What
Andrew paced to stand before the bookcase lining one wall. He stared at the leather-bound tomes with blind eyes. He didn’t care for A.W.’s power plays, but all things considered, wasn’t his father merely bumping up the time-line he and Kat had privately set? “And if I don’t divorce her?”
“Well, I fear I’d have to say I don’t think you have the sound judgment to be a partner in this firm.”
Andrew turned to face him. “You manipulative bastard.”
