“Such a good wife,” he murmurs before sinking his fingers inside of me. I suck in a breath as the feeling of his fingers makes every nerve ending in my body feel like it’s caught fire. While I’d love nothing more than a double feature, we might not have time for that.
“I want you to fuck me,” I demand, pushing his hand away to undo his belt.
“You never have to ask me twice,” he replies, reaching into his back pocket. He takes his wallet out and pulls a condom from it. “Made sure I came prepared.”
“You came here thinking I was going to sleep with you?” I scoff.
“I didn’t come here thinking you were going to sleep with metonight,” he explains. “But I was kinda hoping something might happen tomorrow. A man should be prepared for whenever his wife may ask him to fuck her.”
“I hate you.”
“Try to say that to my face once I’m done with you, sugar. I dare you.”
After slipping the condom on, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me again. Leaning forward, I feel his hard length bump into me and reach for it. Using it like my own personal toy, I tease myself with it and love how he shudders when I do.
“That feels so fucking good,” he groans, looking between us. “Use me, sugar. Use me however you need.”
“I want you to use it to make me finish. Think you can do that?” I challenge, moving the tip of his cock to edge me even further.
“I promise you I will.”
Pushing his hips forward, he sinks himself into me and holds me in place on the edge of the desk. His hands grip my hips so I can’t move and to give himself more leverage. Holding onto his shoulders, I watch as he fucks me right there on the tiny antique desk that I once did my homework at.
“So. Fucking. Good.” He grunts with each thrust. When he reaches a hand between us and starts to flick my clit, I almost lose it.
“You can only do that if you’re about to finish too,” I warn. I drop my head behind me and he takes the opportunity to sink his teeth into my neck sending a fresh wave of ecstasy through me.
“Then we’ll fucking finish together.”
Continuing to push and pull away from me, he continues the work his fingers were doing before I stopped him. Our breath is short and needy and the only sound filling the small room we’re in. Before long, his fingers are digging into the top of my leg and I feel him reaching his peak. Following close behind him, I take his hand in mine and squeeze the life out of it as an orgasm wracks my body. Our lips meet as we both hit our finish line, breathing one another in whilewe do. Taking a second to catch his breath, he finally pulls away, resting his forehead against mine.
“I love you, Noelle Holly. I have since we were just a couple of kids figuring out life and I haven’t stopped loving you since.”
There’s a sincerity to his voice that makes my heart do a flip. One that I remember so clearly from when he told me he loved me the first time. One that I want to believe is real even though he’s hurt me in the past. I understand why Eve is so concerned about our arrangement because as much as I know I shouldn’t, I say those four little words no woman should ever say to a man who’s broken her heart before.
“I love you too.”
CHAPTER 23
Nick
“Come in,” I say over my shoulder towards the door. Looking to see who it is, I get up to greet Chris when he steps inside and kicks the snow off his boots. “Hey, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“Well, it’s the busiest time of year around here, what do you expect? For me to come over every afternoon for tea and cookies?” he grumbles.
“Uh oh, someone’s cranky.” I spin around on my stool to face him. “What’s wrong?”
Shaking off the frigid winter chill, he walks towards the fireplace and stands in front of it, arms crossed over his chest, glowering.
“Nothing.”
I nod my head once and press my lips together.
“That wasreallyconvincing, buddy. A plus.” He glares at me as I step down from the stool and move towards the kitchen. “I’m making a pot of coffee, do you want a cup?”
“I’m fine. Thanks though.” When I turn to eye him he drops his hands to his sides. “A cup would be nice.”
“That’s what I thought,” I comment, turning away fromhim so he can’t see my smirk. Once the plastic machine starts to bubble and gurgle, I turn to look at him again from across the cabin. “So what brings you to my humble abode?”
