“I lied. I’m taking over.”
A drowsy sound escapes me. “Surprise, surprise, you lied,” I tease with an underlying truth.
“Hadley,” he warns.
My response is to reach up and frame his face affectionately while he picks up our speed. My toes dip into the muscle of his ass, widening my legs, and my clit enjoys the friction of his body rubbing against me.
“Eyes on me,” he demands.
Our eyes meet and lock, and my heart reminds me that it’s still beating and all of my energy hasn’t, in fact, flowed to my pussy. This feels like entrapment; I’m under him with no escape and his eyes are a shackle. But there is nowhere else that I would rather be.
We stay in this trance until our rhythm is uncontrollable, and I know I’m near the end. I use my fingers to play with myself to help me reach the destination at the same time.
“I’m coming inside of you. Need to mark you, and I fully intend to use those ribbons again if it means you won’t be showering tonight. All night, you will have to feel me.” Ah, there is his cocky comment that I needed to hear, except it’s hopelessly hot.
“Figured you would go barbarian on me.” I smirk and moan.
He leans down and kisses my mouth, gently biting the corner. “Call it perks of being your husband.”
“Then do it. Leave. Me. Dripping,” I gravel out, wildly eager for his words to come to fruition.
“Good wife.” He places a kiss on my cheek before focusing on taking us to the finish line.
I close my eyes and see stars, with my body exploding.
When all is said and done, he stays seated between my legs, as our connection doesn’t break even when I feel his warmth trickling down my thigh. I lie there taking in the post-orgasm bliss. I can’t help the faint smile that wants to form as I rake my fingers through Connor’s hair where he rests his head against my chest, his ear near my heart.
Living the fantasy is completely okay if it’s only for a little bit, right?
12
HADLEY
Ilet out a deep breath as I brace myself to walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where Connor is busy making a smoothie, I can hear the blender. Taking the plunge, I walk down a step and recall last night. After he rolled off me, we didn’t say anything, and sleep took over. Sure, I may have noticed how his arm clung around me during the night while he slept and I pretended to sleep. Nor did I slip out of his hold.
As I walk into the kitchen, Connor pauses the button on the blender. He offers me a warm half-smile that makes me feel all light inside.
“Morning, I’m making you a shake,” he mentions.
Instantly, I freeze then study the counter where I see my favorite ingredients, banana and peanut butter mostly. “Why?” I ask cautiously.
He flashes me a cunning grin as he grabs a clean glass from the counter and goes a little over the top when he pours the contents into the glass. “Being thoughtful, of course.”
I smile tightly and take the drink he offers. “Let’s not make a big deal about last night, okay?”
Connor chuckles as he grabs a glass for himself. “Yeah… you kind of mentioned last night.” He crosses one ankle over the other as he leans against the counter. “Doesn’t mean that I agree. So, here’s the deal, Sprinkles.” The rim of his shake hits his lips, and he takes a sip, even smacks his lips together for good measure. “I’m going all in on proving to you that we might as well admit this thing between us and knock down a wall or two. If you’re going to be a little slower to step up and be a team player, then so be it.”
Holy shit, he was serious.
“A ring, an orgasm, and flannel pajamas with our names on it doesn’t change the fact that I should probably be a little wary of the sudden change of mood, considering our past.” I drink from my smoothie and hum out a sound. Damn, that’s good.
Connor sets his drink down and strolls my way. He lifts my glass from my hold and sets it down on the counter next to me. “Sprinkles, you’re not a teenager anymore. I was an ass. Want me to get on my knees and admit it a hundred times?”
I tip my nose up. “Why were you?”
“Let it go. At some point you have to decide if holding a grudge or moving on for something better is more worth it.” He raises his brows at me, waiting for an answer, one I don’t give. “What’s it going to be?”
I scoff. “It doesn’t work like that. Not at the snap of your fingers. We’re married, so I’ll consider it, that’s it.” I give him a hardened look, but inside I’m melting, my defenses are breaking, and the dam holding everything in is on the verge of collapse, including my pussy that is eager this morning for Connor’s touch.
