Page 18 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

“Great work tonight,” Caleb muses.

“From both of us.” The culmination of our relentless focus.

I head for the master bathroom, already shedding my tuxedo jacket, then the shirt, letting the fabric fall to the floor. The shower stall is oversized, black marble veined with silver.

I turn the water hot, step under the spray, and let it pound against my shoulders. Steam rises fast, filling the space with heat that sinks into my muscles. My mind drifts back to her—always back to her.

The memory from the Reserve surfaces unbidden.

But this time, I imagine her there with us, her wrists bound in soft rope above her head, body arched, the same fire in her green eyes turning molten as Caleb and I circle her.

Then I picture her on her knees between us, skin flushed the same pink it wore tonight after her bath. My cock hardens instantly under the spray, heavy and aching. I wrap my hand around the length, grip firm, and stroke once, slowly, letting the water slick the way.

Thoughts tumble through my mind vividly, relentlessly.

Then I fast forward to our wedding night when we will claim her for the first time. I see her in white, veil tossed aside, body trembling as we strip her bare in this very penthouse.

We’ll spread her on our bed, Caleb’s mouth on her cunt while I take her mouth. Her thighs will tremble on his shoulders, and the little, broken sounds she’ll make when pleasure finally overrides everything else will be our sweetest victory.

I stroke faster, sweeping my thumb over my cockhead, spreading the bead of precum that mixes with the water.

And then…

I’ll slip my fingers inside her virgin-tight pussy.

Fuck.

The thought of her full and claimed, ours, sends heat spiraling tighter at the base of my spine.

I brace one hand on the cool marble tiles, forehead dropping against my forearm, water cascading down my back.

My fist pumps harder now, rhythm urgent, balls drawing up tight.

“Sophie,” I mutter under the roar of the water, the name raw on my tongue.

The orgasm builds fast, unstoppable, pleasure coiling vicious and undeniable.

I jerk my hips once, twice, and then I come hard—thick ropes of hot cum pulsing over my knuckles, dripping from the head of my cock to swirl down the drain.

The release leaves me shuddering, breath ragged, every muscle locked and then easing in the aftermath.

I stay braced there, water still pounding, chest heaving. Even if I married her tomorrow, it would not be soon enough. The thought settles deep, a vow and a hunger all at once. She is already ours. The rest is simply time closing the final distance.

That month I gave her?

That was generous.

No fucking way am I waiting that long…

Chapter Seven

Sophie

What in the actual…?

For over an hour, I lay in bed, tossing and turning. Even though I drank wine and took a warm bath, there was no way I could sleep. So instead, I got up, poured another glass, and opened my computer.

Research is always the right answer.