Savannah is still standing where I left her, chewing her lip as Aspen and Payton have a conversation next to her. She still looks upset, but her shoulders are less tense.
Which might have something to do with the six empty shot glasses on their table.
Despite everything, as I get closer, I can’t help but admire how mouth-watering she looks.
My housekeeper Ginger has a thing for fashion, so I used her help in selecting a gown for tonight. And now I think I owe her a raise.
And I’m regretting telling Savannah that I’ll wait to fuck her again, because nothing would settle my stormy mood more than being between her thighs.
I see Aspen say something directly to Savannah, who nods in response, and it helps to ease a tiny bit more of my burden.
My wife clearly wasn’t thrilled about me telling Aspen that she never slept with Leland, but I knew I had to. I know it shouldn’t have made a difference. Savannah was always the innocent party in everything. But it does. And I’ll do anything to help make Savannah’s life easier.
The ladies spot us when we’re a few steps away, and I revel in the look of relief on Savannah’s face when she sees me.
And feeling it gives me, the one deep in my chest, it’s addicting. And I want to see it more.
I stop against Savannah’s back, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and holding her to my body. And my inner self preens when I feel her loosen against me.
Aspen looks between me and Nero, who’s standing with his arm around Payton’s waist. “Should I let security know they need to discreetly remove a drunk man from the bathroom?”
I nod. “That would be a good idea.”
Savannah sways a little in my hold and I look back at the empty shot glasses. “Should we get some food to go with that booze?”
Aspen takes a step away from the table. “I’ll have the servers bring over a tray.”
Nero lifts a finger. “No crab legs, please.”
His wife gives him a funny look, but I ignore him and press my nose to the top of Savannah’s head, inhaling the scent of my wife.
