“I don’t want to annul the marriage.” She sniffs, wiping at the tears with her sleeves. “I know you probably want to end the marriage now that you don’t have to worry about Wren’s mother coming for her but…I don’t want it to end.”
Stunned, I stand frozen, just staring at her. When I heard about Wren’s mother, the first emotion I experienced was sadness for the unfortunate woman I once shared a night with, and sadness for my daughter for losing a mother she would never get to know, but more than that I felt…panic.
Immense panic at the thought of Amelia cutting ties and asking for an annulment. She’s young and beautiful with extraordinary talent, and a bright future ahead of her. Of course, she wouldn’t want to be saddled with a husband and a child this early in her life.
So after talking to the caseworker, I found myself seated on the steps leading to the courthouse, trying to come to terms with the thought that I might have to let Amelia go. I wanted to be selfish and keep her in mine and Wren’s lives, but setting her free was the right thing to do. Or so I thought.
“I love you, Hawk,” she says, letting out a slow breath as those teary brown eyes meet mine. “And I want to stay married to you.”
“I almost had myself convinced that I could let you go,” I manage as heavy emotions clog my throat. “Told myself that letting you go was the right thing to do, but I’m not sure if I couldhave gone through with it. If I could rob Wren and myself of the best thing that’s ever happened to us.”
She sniffs back tears. “You don’t want to annul?”
“There’s no going back to a life before you, Amelia Belton,” I say, backing her over to the small round table pushed into the corner. “I’ve never felt for another woman anything remotely close to what I feel for you.” I cup her jaw and stare into those chocolate-brown eyes I fell for the second we met. “I love you, Amelia.”
“You do?”
“Let me show you just how much.”
My mouth slams down on hers in a kiss, my arm going around her waist and lifting her off the floor and onto the table. I tunnel my hand into her hair and hold her in place as I pour everything into the kiss. When I thought I was about to lose her, it killed me inside. Injured something in me that she’d only begun to heal.
I yank her to the edge of the table and lift her left leg to my hip, lining up my dick with her sex and thrusting forward. It’s not enough with the clothes between us, but I can’t stop. At the back of my mind I’m reminded that we’re at her workplace and anyone could walk in on us, but I find that I don’t give a fuck.
“Hawk, we shouldn’t do this here,” she whispers against my lips, echoing my thoughts but contradicting her own words by wrapping her arm around my shoulder and rocking against my erection. “What if someone catches us?”
“We’re a newly married couple. It’s to be expected that we’re this reckless,” I say, scaling my hand over her hip and pushing up her skirt.
“You think so?” she breathes, trembling when I slide my hand between her legs. I watch those pretty eyes glaze over when I skim my thumb over her panties, and I groan when I find them drenched.
“I want you,” I growl, burying my face in her neck and savaging her skin as I slip my finger past her panties and into her. She moans when I start thrusting in and out of her wetness, my cock aching in the confines of my jeans. “I need to be inside of you, angel. I can’t fucking wait.”
“Yes,” she pants, her fingers dropping between us to pop open my slacks, frantically tugging at my zipper. “Do it. Want you inside of me, Hawk.”
“Fuck!” I groan when those slender fingers slip into my boxers and stroke my hard cock. With a growl, I slip my finger out of her sodden sex and pull her completely off the table.
She barely has time to react before I spin her around and with my hand on her nape, press her face down on the table. I’m practically panting as I reach into her skirt and yank her panties down before working to tug off my slacks.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard they’ll hear you from the hall,” I growl, kicking her feet wide apart for me as I align my cock with her sex.
“Yes,” she whimpers, arching her hips. I don’t even take a moment to enjoy the sight she’s creating as I slam into her tightness with a deep, guttural groan, losing my damn mind when her wet pussy sheaths my cock tightly.
Mine.
My wife.
“So beautiful. You have no fucking idea how sexy you look right now, baby,” I say thickly, leaning forward to whisper intoher ear. “And you’re mine. This perfect pussy and sexy body. All of you.”
“Yours…oh!” she screams when I rear back and then slam forward. I keep my hand tightly fisted in her hair as I bury my cock deep into her. “Oh God.”
“Say it again.”
Yours. Only yours.”
“Damn right,” I grind out as something feral claws in my chest for me to claim her and make her mine so the entire fucking building knows they have me to deal with if they touch a hair on her head. “Mine!”
Whatever control I’ve been grasping until this moment falls away as I start taking her fast and hard against the table, slapping down on her ass with every thrust. My breathing is ragged as I pound my cock into my wife’s tight pussy. Her cries fill up the room, so she slaps a hand on her mouth to mute them, but I don’t give a fuck who hears us. Who knows.
She’s mine.
