Dance For Me

My Wife

*Corbyn POV*

Married life is too good. The only time Cassidy and I have left my bed, is when we have to work. It's only been a few days, but there's so much I have planned for us.

I've been thinking about the honeymoon in Paris that we always talked about, and even buying a house together. My mind is always racing with the possibilities I have with Cass.

My phone begins to vibrate on my bedside table, for the 5th time within the hour and I already know who it is, but I have to look anyways.

Peeling my arm away from a sleeping Cassidy, I grab my phone from my table and blind myself with the bright light in my blacked out room. Squinting my eyes, I see Johnson's name but I send it straight to voice mail, he can kiss my ass.

I set up a meeting for today at the warehouse, there's a few things I want to discuss, most of which, happen to do with Johnson.

Knowing I have to start getting ready, I roll myself back over to cuddle with Cass for a little bit longer before I have to wake her up.

Cassidy has the day off today, so her plans were to start packing her apartment. I know she still has the boxes from when she moved in, so I told her to pack the light stuff and I'd help with everything else when I was done at the meeting. She's been begging me to let her check out the warehouse, but I haven't allowed it, something about it gives me an off feeling, like maybe she'd be scared of what goes on in there.

"Cass, baby girl;" I whisper lightly, brushing some hair that's fallen on her cheek. "I have to start getting ready to leave."

Cassidy grumbles something lowly before rolling over to face me. Her eyes are still closed as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her chest.

This is the best sleep both of us have gotten since our breakup, and I'm damn happy to have her back in my bed.

"Five more minutes, please." Cassidy pouts and I can't shut her down.

"Two minutes, then I really have to go." I don't mind being late, if she's the reason

I cuddle with Cassidy for longer than the two minutes I said and my hands start to wander along her body but my phone rings again, and Cassidy growls.

"Who keeps calling you, at fucking seven in the morning?" Her attitude is clear, she's never been a morning person

"Baby girl, it's almost eleven, and it's probably fucking Johnson." With my teeth clenched hard, I roll back over to my bedside table and I pick up my phone. Seeing Jonah's name, I'm quick to sit up and answer the call. "Besson."

"You're late, to your own meeting." I set up the meeting for 10:30, and every minute I watched pass on the clock, I didn't care, because I had Cassidy in my arms.

"Just let me get dressed, I'll be there soon." I hang up the call before he even has the opportunity to ask why I'm not dressed yet.

"You have to go?" Cassidy pouts as she turns to lay on her back, leaving her naked upper body exposed.

"Yeah, but I'll meet you at your apartment to help pack when I'm done." I lean my head down, taking one of her hard nipples in my mouth, knowing she'll probably still hurting from our thrill of the night before, but I take her nipple between my teeth anyways.

"Corbyn-" She moans as she arches her back, so I pull back.

"Don't stay in bed for too long." I wink as I begin to leave the bed, leaving her wanting just a little bit more.

I change into my usual black suit with a white dress shirt underneath and some stupid dress shoes. I style my hair, slightly pushed to the right and spray on some cologne. When I'm about ready to go, I walk back into the bedroom and find Cassidy half asleep in my bed.