I try to resist when his hands grip my knees. He urges my legs apart.
I feel exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, wanted in a way I’ve never felt before.
He gazes down at me as he stands next to the bed. “Jesus, look at you. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
I push my cheek into the soft linens of the bed. “Fuck me, Graham.”
“I want a taste,” he breathes. “I want it so much, but…”
My fingers trace a soft path over my cleft. “You want to fuck me first.”
“So badly.”
He moves quickly to the nightstand, keeping his gaze pinned to my hand the entire time.
I touch myself. Not caring how it looks to him.
I’m already so close to coming just from watching his lean muscular frame move and from seeing how aroused he is because of me.
Once he’s sheathed, he’s on the bed with me. His hands glide down my inner thighs.
“It’s been a while for me, “ I confess softly. “So please, be…”
“Gentle,” he finishes my sentence. “That’s asking a lot.”
I let out a light laugh. “Be gentle this first time.”
He leans forward to kiss my right nipple. “I want to taste every inch of your body, but I need this, Trina. Fuck, do I need to be inside of you.”
I urge him forward with a hand on his shoulder. “I need it too.”
I gasp when he slides the crown of his cock over my folds. I whimper when he pushes inside, and when he’s settled deep, I moan in a voice that I can’t recognize.
It’s filled with such need and trembling with want, and when he thrusts again, and again, I cry out, knowing that this is better than anything I’ve experienced before.
He’s so deep. When he ups the pace and groans out my name, it reaches a part of me that sends me closer to the edge.
I meet his rhythm as words fall from my lips about needing him to fuck me harder and faster.
He gives me everything I want, and as I reach my climax, he stares into my eyes, revealing a part of him I never knew existed.
I watch him come undone at the same moment as I do. His lips part, and his control, all the control he always carries with him, is stripped away to reveal a man lost in his pleasure, lost completely and wholly to me.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Graham
There is something achingly poignant about this moment.
I’m in my bed with my wife.
She’s lost in thought as her fingers tease her right nipple.
I don’t know if she’s even aware of what she’s doing, but it’s slowly killing me inside.
She’s incredibly sensual and captivatingly beautiful in a way that has not only made me want her more than I have anyone I’ve ever met, but I’ve realized that I’ll never feel this way again.
How will another woman ever satisfy me?
It’s not about the orgasm, although that was well beyond the scope of anything I’ve felt before. It was intense, so intense that I thought I’d fucking cry at the emotions that shot through me as I came with her silken pussy wrapped around my cock.
I stare at Trina’s profile as she gazes toward the window.
Simply knowing what her favorite pizza is or her preferred flower doesn’t seem that important anymore.
I want to know what she sounds like when she comes on my tongue. I want to see her face when she first wakes in the morning, and I want to feel her breath on my cheek when I crawl into bed next to her every night and kiss her senseless before she drifts off in my arms.
“Are you asleep?” she whispers.
I drop my hand over hers to touch her plump nipple. “Wide awake, Mrs. Locke.”
She turns to glance at me. “I’m still Trina Shaw.”
Legally, but after tonight, she feels like my wife. I want her to be my wife. I don’t give a damn about her surname, but I want this – I want more moments like this with us tangled together with rings on our fingers that tell everyone and anyone that I belong to her.
“You are,” I agree as I pinch her nipple. “Trina Shaw.”
Her gaze drops to my lips. “That was fun.”
I inch a brow up. “The fuck was fun?”
“Very.” She nods. “It felt different than other times for me.”
I don’t want to dive into that pool. The thought of another man experiencing anything remotely close to this wants me to yank my hair out.
“It felt incredible,” I whisper. “You’re incredible.”
She turns to face me, giving me an unobstructed view of her body. “So are you.”
I inch my fingers over her stomach. “Are you hungry, Trina? Say no.”
A bubble of laughter falls from her swollen lips. “No.”
“I am.” I move quickly, pushing her legs apart with my shoulders. “I’ve wanted a taste of you for so long.”
Her hands drop to my hair, threading through the strands. “How long? Days?”
“Longer,” I say before I glide my tongue over her cleft for my first taste.
My cock hardens even more.
“Weeks?” she whispers through a drawn-out moan.
I part her with my tongue, seeking out her clit. “Longer.”
Her back bows when I circle it lightly before sucking it between my lips.
“Mon…months?” she stutters the word out.
I slide a finger inside her as I groan. “Since the day we met.”
Her reply is a whimper and a grind of her hips in the air.
I lose everything in that moment. Every thought is gone. Every sensation is focused on only one thing. That’s the sweet taste of my wife, and my driving need to make her come.
I wake to darkness and an empty spot in the bed next to me.
It takes me a moment to find my bearings.
I glance around, but I don’t spot Trina anywhere. A quick look in the direction of the open bathroom door tells me she’s left the room.
Panic darts through me.
I’m on my feet in a flash, pulling on my trousers. I zip them up, not bothering with a shirt, before I sprint out of the bedroom.
I stop as soon as I hear her laughter drift down the hallway.
Thank Christ she’s still here.
I rest a hand on the center of my chest to feel the pounding beat of my heart. It’s racing.
As it begins to slow, I head in the direction of her laughter.
When I finally catch sight of her, my heart starts thundering inside my chest again. This time it’s because of the sheer beauty of her.
Her hair is a tangled mess around her face. Her cheeks are blushed pink, and her bottom lip is swollen from the incessant bite of my teeth as I kissed her with a reckless need to be as close to her as I could.
She’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt that is emblazoned with the logo from a bakery.
Dobb’s Bakery.
“Hey!” she calls out to me as soon as she spots me. “I’m whipping together a little dinner for us.”
“Look at you, Graham. It seems someone was napping.”
The second voice startles me.
I didn’t realize we weren’t alone, but Lloyd is perched on a stool next to the kitchen island, watching my wife work some sort of fragrant magic in a skillet.
“It’s vegetable stir fry,” she offers. “With my secret seasoning. You’re going to love this.”
Emotions clatter inside me at the way she says it so effortlessly.
I’m going to love this.
I don’t know if she’s talking about the food or her.
I wipe a hand over my forehead. “I should finish getting dressed.”
That draws a deep-seated chuckle from Lloyd. “No need, Bull. I can tell that you two need more alone time. I’m going to call it a night.”
“I’m making enough for the three of us,” Trina says before stealing a glance at me.
Lloyd pats a hand on the top of the island. “I admit that it smells too delicious to pas
s up.”
I don’t blame him for wanting to stick around. Who in their right mind could resist time with my wife and whatever the fuck she’s cooking?
Running a hand over my bare stomach, I keep my gaze pinned to Trina. “I’ll grab a shirt.”
She nods. “We’ll be right here waiting for you.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from her. She looks freshly fucked and happy. She looks as goddamn happy as I feel.
Finally, when she turns her attention back to the pan on the stove, I take off in a sprint down the hallway.
I rush to get dressed because I want every second I can with her. I never want this fake marriage to end.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Trina
I curl a finger to lure my husband closer when I spot him returning from walking Lloyd to the guestroom.
Dinner was delicious and fun.
Lloyd ran through story after story about the vacations that he took with his late wife. For the most part, Graham and I laughed at their adventures, but there were moments when sorrow crept into Lloyd’s voice.
I reached out to hold his hand as he wept through the retelling of their third honeymoon in Rome. Right after he was finished, he offered to send Graham and me there on our honeymoon.
Neither of us said a word.
I’d love to travel to Italy, but I never considered doing it with my boss.
He’s more than that to me now.
The sex was as amazing as I imagined it would be, but it sparked something inside of me.
It might be infatuation or a full-blown hard like, but I’m feeling things for Graham that I haven’t felt before.
I need to rein it in since this marriage has an expiry date.
Before I can say a word to Graham, he’s got me wrapped in his arms, and his mouth is on mine.
He kisses me deeply. His mouth is demanding but tender at the same time. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I know after our divorce, I’ll never feel it again.
“Come back to bed with me,” he whispers as soon as the kiss breaks. “I’m craving you, Trina.”
I can tell.
He’s hard again.
I feel the length of him pressing against me through the fabric of his pants and the denim of my jeans.
His thumb traces a path over my bottom lip as he gazes into my eyes. “I’m spending the night in bed with you. Every night going forward.”
Until this ends.
Those unspoken words sit between us.
I nod because I’ll take whatever I can from this. It’s not just about faking a marriage anymore. It’s about savoring moments like this with him and letting my body feel things it’s never felt before.
“I want that,” I say breathlessly. “I want you in bed with me.”
As soon as I shut the door to Graham’s bedroom, his hands are all over me.
He yanks my T-shirt over my head and drops his mouth to my breasts. Feeling the lash of his tongue on my right nipple through the thin silk of my bra sends a shudder through me.
“You like that,” he states in a low growl. “You have sensitive nipples.”
Unable to find my voice, I nod.
“I’m going to remember that,” he whispers as he turns his attention to my other nipple.
The bite of pain when he closes his teeth around it is so intense that I don’t register the fact that he’s reached behind me with one hand to deftly unclasp my bra.
He slides it from my body, releasing my breasts as he does.
“I’m not going to make it to the bed.” He chokes out a half-chuckle, half-groan. “I’m going to fuck you against the wall, Trina. Strip.”
I do as I’m told because I want this just as badly as he does.
I want to feel him inside of me again.
My jeans and panties are on the floor before he’s back with his hand racing over his sheathed cock.
I stare at his naked body.
All of it is glorious. I had no idea he looked like this under the well-tailored suits he wears.
“You look like you’re seeing me for the first time,” he says softly.
My gaze drifts up from his cock, to his abs, then his chest, and finally, it settles on his face.
I stare at his chiseled jaw and the way his eyes narrow as he studies me.
“I am,” I answer in a whisper. “I feel like I am.”
That earns me a kiss so soft and tender that I feel like my knees will buckle on the spot.
“Turn around,” he orders as he strokes his cock. “Brace yourself on the wall.”
I spin and spread my legs, wanting him inside of me now.
I’ve been wet since we kissed in the kitchen. I’m on fire with need and a desire so strong that I can’t think of anything but being fucked by him.
He takes me quickly, pushing in with one long quick thrust.
I cry out because there’s a burst of unexpected pain.
His lips trail over my shoulder as he wraps my hair in his fist. “Forgive me if I’m rough. This is just too fucking good.”
His other hand finds my hip, clutching at my flesh.
He fucks me hard.
With each deep thrust, he yanks on my hair until I come so intensely that I call out his name in between stuttered breaths.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Graham
“Trina should be at the meeting today,” I say to Lloyd over breakfast. “She has a finger on the pulse of what the market wants right now.”
My wife’s gaze drifts to me. I see surprise in her eyes, but there’s something else there. Gratitude.
I know it’s for the invitation to join us at the meeting this afternoon for the spring launch campaign. Perhaps there’s a small slice of gratitude for the two orgasms she had this morning before she dragged me out of bed.
She woke to find me hovering over her.
I kissed her then before I trailed my lips down her body so I could feast on her pussy.
She wanted to return the favor by taking me in her mouth, but by then, Lloyd was awake and calling my phone, looking for me.
I’ll cash in the favor tonight after I surprise her with a belated wedding gift and something else I sense she’s been craving lately.
“I’m all for that.” He smiles at my wife. “You’ve brought new life to Abdons, Trina. Both you and your husband have.”
Trina’s gaze drops to the rings on her finger. “I’m honored that you trust me to participate in planning the spring campaign. I know how big of a deal that is.”
“If your husband trusts you with his heart, how can I not trust you with something like this?” Lloyd replies before he turns his attention back to the bowl of fresh fruit in front of him.
Trina’s gaze catches mine, and I see emotion swimming in her blue eyes.
I do trust her with my heart.
I want to say as much, but I don’t, because even though this fake marriage has now been consummated, we haven’t discussed anything beyond that.
“I’m going to get a newspaper and sit on a bench in the sun for a few hours,” Lloyd says as he pushes back from the island so he can stand. “I’ll be at the office by two.”
Trina’s on her feet too. “I’ll walk out with you.”
“What about you, Bull? Are you heading into work?” Lloyd glances in my direction. “Your tie is crooked.”
Before I can reach up to adjust it, my wife is rounding the island headed straight for me.
I drop my hands to her waist as she tugs the knot on my tie loose. Then she skillfully ties it back up before her gaze wanders up to my face. “That’s perfect.”
“It is,” I agree with her even though my words have nothing to do with the goddamn tie around my neck.
This is perfect.
This easy morning routine of coffee and breakfast after a night spent in bed together is utter bliss.
She gazes down at the white blouse and red skirt she’s wearing. “How about me? Is everything in place?”
I reach for her left hand and lift it to my lips. I plant a kiss on her palm. “Everything is exactly where it should be, Mrs. Locke.”
Her eyes skim over the rings on her finger.
“I’d say that I’ve never seen two people more in love, but that would be a lie.” Lloyd chuckles. “Sela and I were just like you two once upon a time. If I can offer you any advice, I’d say to appreciate moments like this. Cherish every minute you’re granted with each other.”
“I do,” I whisper as I stare into my wife’s eyes.
“I do,” she repeats before she brushes her lips against mine for a soft kiss.
“Have you considered a career in marketing?” Hank Bartmess, the head of marketing at Abdons, asks Trina.
The question is rooted in sincerity because she just blew a hole in the proposed spring campaign.
Trina walked into this meeting prepared with flow charts, statistics, and a determined mind.
Lloyd, Hank, and I listened as she ripped apart the plan that’s been in place for months.
Her approach is more targeted, cost-efficient, and social media based than anything we’ve done in the past.
The fact that she pulled all of that together today is impressive.
“I haven’t.” She tosses Hank a wide-mouthed smile. “Should I?”
Hank nods. “It’s no secret that I’m retiring next year. We’ve got a good team in place, but no one like you.”
That’s because there isn’t anyone on the face of this earth like her.
Scratching the side of her nose, Trina glances at me. “I like what I’m doing now, but no one can predict the future.”
I want to.
I want to plan my future down to the minute when I’ll draw my final breath.
Between now and then, I want to fill every second of it with time spent with her.
“I like this idea,” Lloyd pipes up from where he’s sitting across the boardroom table from me. “Graham and Trina are the company’s dynamic duo.”
That draws a hearty chuckle from Hank. “We all make a hell of a good team.”
“We do,” Trina echoes his thoughts. “Abdons has the best team in the business.”
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