“Strategy. Protection. We’ve been over this?—”
“Because I wanted to.” His hands frame my face. “The thought of you with anyone else makes me want to burn the world down. Because I’ve been half in love with you since you were seventeen and too young for me to do anything about it.”
My breath catches. “Ash?—”
“So no. You’re not a mess I had to clean up. You’re the woman I chose. The only woman I want.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “Now stop letting Mona’s poison get in your head and kiss your husband.”
The command in his voice sends heat straight through me.
“You can’t just order me around,” I say, even as I lean into him.
“I’m your husband. I can do whatever I want.”
“That’s not how this works?—”
He kisses me, cutting off my protest. Deep and demanding, stealing every argument from my lips. When he pulls back, I’m breathless and flushed and completely his.
“Any other objections?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, stepping back from his touch. “What, you think marriage means you’re the boss now, Mr. President?”
He grins, slow and dangerous, eyes glinting like he’s already won. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m gonna show you exactly who’s in charge.” His voice is low, teasing, dripping with promise, and fuck if it doesn’t send a spark straight to my core.
I scoff, crossing my arms over my wedding dress, the lace itching against my skin. “Big talk for a guy who’s still got his boots on. What, you gonna fuck me with your cut still on too?” I tilt my head, smirking, my mood getting lighter.
He laughs, a deep rumble that makes my stomach flip, and stalks closer, crowding me against the bedroom door. “Keep sassing me, Bonnie,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear, “and I’ll have you begging before I even get you naked.”
His hands grip my hips, and he kisses me again. His tongue sweeps into my mouth like he’s claiming every inch of me.
I melt for a second, kissing him back, my fingers tangling in his hair, tasting the beer and heat of him. But I’m not giving in that fast.
I pull back, breathless, shoving at his chest. “Not so quick, cowboy,” I say, dodging to the side, my grin wicked. “You don’t get just to dive in ’cause we said some vows.”
Ash’s eyes narrow, playful but intense, and he grabs my wrist, tugging me back. “Oh, you’re gonna play like that?” He spins me, pinning me to the wall, his body pressed against mine,his cock already hard through his jeans. “My wife wants to be a brat, I’ll treat her like one.”
I laugh, squirming against him, half to tease, half because his heat’s making me wet already. “Brat? Please, I’m just keeping you on your toes.” I try to slip under his arm, but he’s faster, scooping me up and tossing me onto the bed, the sheets soft under my back.
“On your knees, sweetheart,” he says, voice rough, unbuttoning his shirt slow enough to make me squirm. “Time to learn what happens when you mouth off.”
I roll my eyes but flip over, kneeling on the bed, my dress hiked up to my thighs. “You gonna lecture me all night or actually do something?” I taunt, wiggling my ass just to fuck with him.
He chuckles, and his hand cracks against my ass, a sharp, playful spank that makes me yelp, then giggle.
“Fuck, you’re trouble,” he growls, spanking me again, lighter but firm, his other hand sliding up my thigh, teasing the edge of my panties. “Look at you, sassing me and getting wet for it.”
I glance over my shoulder, smirking. “You think a little spanking’s gonna make me behave? You’re dreaming, Ash.” But my voice shakes, pleasure tingling from where his hand stung my skin, and I’m already aching for more.
He leans over me, his chest brushing my back, his lips grazing my neck as he spanks me once more, harder, making me moan.
“Oh, Bonnie,” he murmurs, voice thick with want, “I’m gonna make you scream my name before I’m done.” His fingers slip under my panties, brushing my clit, and I gasp, pushing back against him, my laughter mixing with a moan as he kisses my shoulder, his dominance wrapping around me like a warm, filthy promise.
I’m wet, aching, but I’m not ready to hand him the win. “You think you’re so slick,” I say, twisting out of his grip, my knees still on the bed. “Gonna have to work harder than that to make me scream.”
His eyes flash, playful but dark, and he grabs my hips, flipping me onto my back with a grin. He yanks my panties down, tossing them aside, and kicking at him halfheartedly to keep up the game.
“Bossy much?” I taunt, propping myself on my elbows, but my breath hitches as he kneels between my thighs, his hands spreading me open.
“You gonna beg for it first?”
