Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“I’ll give you five minutes to ask me whatever you want. Then I’m going to kiss you and take you to bed and make you come. After that, I’ll feed you dinner.” Out of everything he said, it hits me that he is home for dinner. He came home early from work because he thought I might be upset. Strangely, getting fired today was freeing in a way. I know it’s because I have Wyatt to lean on. “Tick tock.”
“Wait. You didn't say go.”
“Do you really want to argue while your time is ticking away?”
“You’re a jerk.” I glare at him. My mind blanks. What do I want to ask him? “We’re getting married on Thursday?”
“Yes.” He nods. That's only days away. I hadn’t planned for it to be so quick but it’s probably for the best. We might as well get on with this so that Wyatt can take his place at the head of the company sooner rather than later.
“We need rules or something.”
“This again?”
“Wyatt. You’re a lawyer. Don’t you want some kind of contract?”
“If you really want I can draft one.” A wicked smile spreads across his face that sends a thrill of desire though me. “Sex every night before bed will be on the top of the contract.” My mouth falls open. I should have seen this coming. “You can’t be alone with other men.” I roll my eyes. “Also…”
I cover his mouth with my hand. “You’re sucking up my minutes.” He kisses my palm. I drop my hand.
“Sorry.” He doesn't look sorry. Not one bit.
“What about a prenup?” Out of everything that really should have come up.
“We don’t need one.”
I shake my head. “You’re a lawyer. Won’t the firm think you’re nuts if you don’t have one?”
“We’re not getting divorced,” he says, not missing a beat.
“Wait. You want to stay married forever? This was supposed to be temporary.” Why haven't we already set a time frame on this fake marriage?
“You have never been temporary to me and you never will.”
“Wyatt.” I sigh.
“Trust me,” he says again.
“Okay,” I give.
“Time’s up.” He smirks.
“Liar. I still have a…” He kisses me, cutting me off. Any other questions I have are forgotten as he carries me back into our bedroom.
I’m going to do this. I’m already in love with him. There is no going back now. All I can do is hope that one day he might love me the same way I love him.
Chapter Seventeen
Wyatt
I wake her up early with my mouth between her legs. She rocks against my lips, digging her hands into my hair, rubbing her heels against my back. She’s delicious—a tart honey treat to go with my bitter morning coffee. I reach up and fondle her tits while I tongue her cunt. Her nipples harden instantly. I clamp down on her hips and hold her tight, feeding on her until I’ve swallowed every drop, absorbed every shudder.
Lips wet, heart happy, I rise to my knees, swiping the back of my hand across my mouth. “Morning, babe.”
She blinks in satisfaction. “Is this how it’s going to be every morning?”
I pat the outside of her thigh. “Sure is.” I hop out of bed, my big cock bouncing in the air.
“What about you?”
I reach between my legs and stroke myself. “I’d like to, but I’ve got things to do. The blood tests should be done and I want to make sure the marriage license is secured. Uncle Cristoff has some papers for me to sign. I said I’d meet him for breakfast.” The corner of my mouth tilts up. “I guess it’ll be my second one today.” She throws a pillow at my head. I duck it easily and go to the bathroom, whistling tunelessly. “You all set for the wedding?” I call.
“There hasn’t been much to plan, to be honest. It’s a civil service, and you took care of the officiant. I assume you have a suit? I’ll shop for a dress today and then I figured we could have dinner at Piatti’s.”
“You don’t want something fancier?” I like Piatti’s, but I don’t want her to regret not going somewhere that’s more memorable.
“No. Piatti’s is our place, and I think it would be great to have that be our wedding dinner. Who do you want to invite? Your uncle?”
“Nah. Let’s just have dinner together and then we’ll have a reception later on with the firm and clients. The Daily Drip folks. Anyone else you want?”
Silence falls for a beat or three before she replies, “No. No one.”
I don’t push her. “All right, babe.”
I get dressed and give her a firm kiss as I leave. “Don’t work too hard. Enjoy your coffee. Start spreading stuff all over. When I come back tonight, I want to walk in and see something of yours on every shelf and every table.” I kiss her again and then force myself out the door.