Free Since He Really Feels (He Feels) by Lisa Suzanne Page A

money.”
    He pulled me into his arms again. “About that,” he said. “I have plenty, and it won’t be a waste.”
    “Speaking of that,” I started, “a nd in the spirit of not keeping secrets, how is it exactly that you have so much money?”
    Something flashed across his face that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean that I know about how much you were making at McMillan. I know you got a healthy raise to move to BKG, but you owned this house long before all of that. If I’m marrying you, don’t you think I should know the source of your income?”
    He glanced away from me. “What do you mean ‘If’ you’re marrying me?”
    “Answer the question.”
    “It’s a long story.”
    I glanced at the clock on the oven. “I’ve got time.”
    “No, you don’t. We need to get to work.”
    “Then let’s carpool. You can tell me on the way.”
    He sighed and pulled out of our hug. “Oh, now you want to ride together?”
    I raised my eyebrows. “Why all the secrecy, Nick?”
    “It’s not secrecy. It’s just a long story.”
    “I’m dropping it for now, but you’re telling me someday. Soon.”
    “Deal. So back to the date. End of July?”
    “Nick, I need more time.”
    “For what?”
    “Why the rush?”
    “It’s not a rush. A rush would be next week. I just want you to be my wife.”
    “And I can’t wait to be your wife,” I said. “I just want our day to be perfect.”
    “It will be. If you’re there and I’m there, it will be perfect.”
    I sighed. “Fine. But you’re helping me plan this thing every step of the way.”
    “There’s nothing I’d love more.”
    “See you at the office, boss,” I said in my best breathless voice as I purposely dropped my keys on the floor and then bent over to pick them up, giving him a front row view of my cleavage.
    “Jesus,” he breathed, and I grabbed my keys and headed out the door with a grin on my face.
    The building that housed BKG in Mesa was smaller than the McMillan building in Tempe, but it was modern and classy from the outside with lots of glass providing the tenants with plenty of windows overlooking the mountains. McMillan rented only three floors of the building we used to work in, while the entire eight story structure before me housed BKG’s offices. Where McMillan gave offices only to executives, BKG had offices for each consultant… which meant that for the first time in my career, I was getting my own office.
    Nick and I pulled in at the same time, and we walked into the building together. He informed me that our offices were on the eighth floor, so we got onto the elevator and he pressed the button. I flashed back to our time together at McMillan when we would board the elevator together and he would knock my socks off with some sort of electric kiss. But today, I was nervous for my first day at my new job, and as the doors closed, I leaned against the wall, fidgeting as the elevator started its ascent toward the top floor.
    “Stop squirming,” he warned.
    I shot him a dirty look. 
    “Are you nervous?” he asked.
    I nodded.
    “Let me calm you down, baby.” He grinned and stalked toward me. I stood rooted to the spot, and he pinned me to the wall with his hips. God, I loved it when he did that. I could feel his hardness for me pressed against my belly, and the nerves abated as I wrapped my arms around my fiancé’s neck and his lips crashed violently to mine.
    He knew exactly what I needed.
    His tongue danced against mine in a slow tango, and suddenly work was the furthest thing from my mind as I got caught up in our sensual, private moment. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed working with him until I was lucky enough to get an elevator ride alone with him.
    The elevator slowed and Nick moved back to his corner while I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. But how do you pocket that much lust?
    Nick led me off of the elevator and first in troduced me to our