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smirked into her neck and pulled her hand to my lips, kissing her fingers and the diamond that represented her agreement to be my wife.  “I enjoy it too.  Means you’re going to be mine forever,” I murmured, nipping her finger.
    I heard her sharp intake of breath from my teeth gently wrapping around her finger.  “I missed you, Ty,” she said in a low and very enticing voice.  My dick was responding faster than my words, meeting her backside.
    I let go of her hands and palmed her chest.  Fuck, they were so perfect.  They molded into my hands, and I couldn’t help but start massaging them.
    “And now I can tell you missed me,” she giggled, wiggling her body against mine.
    “Yes.  I believe certain parts of our bodies need to become reacquainted,” I said, beginning to suck on her neck.  She moaned with pleasure, arching her back and pushing her chest into my hands.
    “What did you do at work today,” I asked between kissing and sucking her perfect skin.
    She let out a low groan.  “Meetings.”
    I traced my tongue up her neck and to her ear, nipping her ear lobe.  “Meetings with who?”  Talking about our days while feeling each other up was such a turn on to me.  Something about how her voice would get those little gasps whenever I would touch an extra sensitive nerve.  But the second I asked with whom, her whole body stiffened and her back straightened.  I reluctantly dropped my hands from her breasts and to her waist.
    “I met with the artist for ArtPrize.”
    “Anyone else?” I slowly asked.
    She cautiously turned and sat back on the opposite side of the tub, pulling her knees to her chest and biting her lip nervously.
    “What?” I asked in confusion.
    “I met with Lee Chino today.”
    It took all of me to not freak the fuck out when she said his name.  Why was she meeting with him?  Only RJ, Nathan, or I met with him.  He wasn’t a typical client, and I sure as hell wouldn’t allow him to meet with Will, especially Becca.  That man was dangerous.  I couldn’t pinpoint it, but RJ and I were pretty damn sure Chino was the one behind the tear gas incident at my mother’s Valentine’s Day fundraiser.  RJ wouldn’t give me any specifics on why he thought Chino was behind it, but I could read RJ. Any miniscule warm feelings about him and his piss poor attempt to be a father had melted into scorching lava.  I was going to be a big molten wave of rage the second I saw him Monday morning.  His ass better be ready for my wrath.  I didn’t want Lee Chino within a 500 mile radius of my Becs.
    Keeping my face composed and unreadable, I went to respond to Becca.  I didn’t want her to think anything was up with Chino.  She didn’t need to feel scared around him, even though I was terrified for her to have any type of interaction with the biggest cocaine dealer in the Midwest.
    “Something wrong with meeting with Lee Chino?” I asked quietly.
    She fidgeted and stared down at the bubbles.  “You tell me.”
    I had my mouth in a thin line.  I needed to be careful how I reacted to her.  She could read me like a book most days.  “I understand why you’d be nervous.  He’s a very well known figure.  I’m sure you handled it fine.”
    Good answer.   Yeah, hopefully she fell for it.
    Becca’s eyes met mine.  She was doing it.  Trying to read into my expression.  “I don’t trust him.  And I think you feel the same way.”
    I sighed and cocked my head.  “Yeah, he does seem kind of sleazy, but most men of his stature are.  It will be fine.  I’m sure you had him eating out of the palm of your hand.”  I reached for her foot, gently tugging it so her knee would pull from her grasp.  She reluctantly let go, allowing me to bring her foot into my hands so I could start massaging.
    She relaxed.  My lack of interest seemed to work. 
    “I wouldn’t say that.  He did seem to have good intentions with this project.”
    I cocked my head to the side.  Good