My jeans and panties are on the floor before he’s back with his hand racing over his sheathed cock.
I stare at his naked body.
All of it is glorious. I had no idea he looked like this under the well-tailored suits he wears.
“You look like you’re seeing me for the first time,” he says softly.
My gaze drifts up from his cock, to his abs, then his chest, and finally, it settles on his face.
I stare at his chiseled jaw and the way his eyes narrow as he studies me.
“I am,” I answer in a whisper. “I feel like I am.”
That earns me a kiss so soft and tender that I feel like my knees will buckle on the spot.
“Turn around,” he orders as he strokes his cock. “Brace yourself on the wall.”
I spin and spread my legs, wanting him inside of me now.
I’ve been wet since we kissed in the kitchen. I’m on fire with need and a desire so strong that I can’t think of anything but being fucked by him.
He takes me quickly, pushing in with one long quick thrust.
I cry out because there’s a burst of unexpected pain.
His lips trail over my shoulder as he wraps my hair in his fist. “Forgive me if I’m rough. This is just too fucking good.”
His other hand finds my hip, clutching at my flesh.
He fucks me hard.
With each deep thrust, he yanks on my hair until I come so intensely that I call out his name in between stuttered breaths.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Graham
“Trina should be at the meeting today,” I say to Lloyd over breakfast. “She has a finger on the pulse of what the market wants right now.”
My wife’s gaze drifts to me. I see surprise in her eyes, but there’s something else there. Gratitude.
I know it’s for the invitation to join us at the meeting this afternoon for the spring launch campaign. Perhaps there’s a small slice of gratitude for the two orgasms she had this morning before she dragged me out of bed.
She woke to find me hovering over her.
I kissed her then before I trailed my lips down her body so I could feast on her pussy.
She wanted to return the favor by taking me in her mouth, but by then, Lloyd was awake and calling my phone, looking for me.
I’ll cash in the favor tonight after I surprise her with a belated wedding gift and something else I sense she’s been craving lately.
“I’m all for that.” He smiles at my wife. “You’ve brought new life to Abdons, Trina. Both you and your husband have.”
Trina’s gaze drops to the rings on her finger. “I’m honored that you trust me to participate in planning the spring campaign. I know how big of a deal that is.”
“If your husband trusts you with his heart, how can I not trust you with something like this?” Lloyd replies before he turns his attention back to the bowl of fresh fruit in front of him.
Trina’s gaze catches mine, and I see emotion swimming in her blue eyes.
I do trust her with my heart.
I want to say as much, but I don’t, because even though this fake marriage has now been consummated, we haven’t discussed anything beyond that.
“I’m going to get a newspaper and sit on a bench in the sun for a few hours,” Lloyd says as he pushes back from the island so he can stand. “I’ll be at the office by two.”
Trina’s on her feet too. “I’ll walk out with you.”
“What about you, Bull? Are you heading into work?” Lloyd glances in my direction. “Your tie is crooked.”
Before I can reach up to adjust it, my wife is rounding the island headed straight for me.
I drop my hands to her waist as she tugs the knot on my tie loose. Then she skillfully ties it back up before her gaze wanders up to my face. “That’s perfect.”
“It is,” I agree with her even though my words have nothing to do with the goddamn tie around my neck.
This is perfect.
This easy morning routine of coffee and breakfast after a night spent in bed together is utter bliss.
She gazes down at the white blouse and red skirt she’s wearing. “How about me? Is everything in place?”
I reach for her left hand and lift it to my lips. I plant a kiss on her palm. “Everything is exactly where it should be, Mrs. Locke.”
Her eyes skim over the rings on her finger.
“I’d say that I’ve never seen two people more in love, but that would be a lie.” Lloyd chuckles. “Sela and I were just like you two once upon a time. If I can offer you any advice, I’d say to appreciate moments like this. Cherish every minute you’re granted with each other.”
“I do,” I whisper as I stare into my wife’s eyes.
“I do,” she repeats before she brushes her lips against mine for a soft kiss.