Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“You were always a risk taker, huh?”
He tightened his grip on me. “No risk, no reward.”
“Callie will want to know how we wet.”
“At a club. Next.”
“I’m not telling her this started as a one-night stand.”
“You wanted to tell the truth. So spill it, Clarke. People are already judging us online. Who cares what they think? I’m sure half of these people met their spouses the same way.”
“Fine. But leave out the one-night stand part.”
“That’s a given. We got this.” He brushed his fingers along my cheek. “Stop worrying your pretty little head about things that don’t matter.”
“I don’t want to screw up. If we’re not on the same page, Callie will know we’re using her to sell our lie. She’s a friend. I hate lying to everyone as it is.”
“Then stop fighting this.” Will’s mouth was inches from mine. “If you’re faking it, people will know it.”
“Tomorrow night, I was thinking about ordering Italian from this place around the corner. You okay with that?”
“Yeah, whatever. I’m a sheep. Lead me, baby.”
I laughed. “I have a menu if you want to see it.”
He waved me off. “Whatever you want. Just order it. I’ll pay.”
“You probably have to eat special foods while you’re playing hockey. So you need to tell me if you want something in particular.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I just can’t eat a bunch of carbs and junk. I love pizza and cheesesteaks, but this needs to be a once in a while treat not something we eat every night.”
“I eat as bad as your sister.”
“Can you cook?”
I shook my head. “Nope. You wouldn’t want to eat my cooking. I order most of my food out.”
“I can cook,” he confessed. “Well, not good. But I can make basic shit.”
“I’m looking forward to tasting what you whip up for us.”
“I’m not promising gourmet food, but it will be edible.”
Cheers blared through the speakers, drawing our attention to the flat-screen television on the wall. Our heads snapped in that direction.
Will clapped and cheered. Then he looked at me. “You like baseball?”
“I watch the Nationals occasionally.”
He frowned. “We need to get on the same page. You were a Philly girl for a while.”
“I only lived in Philly for a year before I got the job in DC.”
“You’re my wife now. We cheer for Philly teams in my house.”
“Good thing you’re in my house,” I said, laughing.
“Smart ass.”
He grinned, and then he brushed his lips against mine. Will slid his big hand down my bare thighs. I probably shouldn’t have changed into shorts after work. Oh, well. It felt amazing as Will rubbed my skin with the pads of his rough hands.
“You lost the bet,” he whispered against my lips. “I don’t want to wait until this weekend to show you how much I missed you.”
“Then don’t.”
His lips crashed into my mine, aggressive and untamed as our tongues tangled together. Will kissed me as if he needed the air from my lungs to survive. After fighting my desire for him for days, it was impossible to deny I craved him.
I straddled him with my thighs, pinning him against the couch. Will kissed my jaw, and I rocked my hips, needing to feel his hard cock. His length pressed against my inner thigh, teasing me. I wanted him—all of him.
I groaned against the shell of his ear, and without warning he flipped onto his back, bringing me with him. He stripped off my shorts and panties.
I squealed as he plunged his fingers inside me. “You’re dripping for me, baby. Fuck, you feel good.”
His words sent a ripple of emotions throughout my body. He always knew what I wanted, and that was usually him. I wanted him so badly my skin pricked with a thousand bumps.
Reaching between us, I pulled out his cock and stroked him. His hand covered mine, and we worked in unison, both of us moaning.
He picked up the pace at which he stroked himself. “Wet my cock with your juices.”
“Do it yourself.”
He shook his head and slid his fingers out of me. With an irritated groan, I moved my hand between my legs to wet my fingers, then slid my wetness down his long shaft.
“Fuck,” he hissed, and I moaned as he thrust his fingers inside me again. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He fingered me while I jerked his shaft, using my cum as a lubricant. This was so insanely hot I was bursting from the inside out, so close to an orgasm.
“That’s better,” he said with his forehead rested against mine, his movements quicker than before. “Fuck, Clarke, I love your scent. Love the way you feel.”
If only you loved me…
I’d wanted that so badly over the years. And after he had confessed to have an ulterior motive for the marriage, it angered me but also excited me. I didn’t like feeling like someone had gotten over on me. Will got me drunk and tricked me into marrying him. But if his intentions were good, did it still count as deceit? It was a gray area, one I was interested in exploring with him.