Page 102 of Keep Me

Even though everything he was saying sounded good, there was still something niggling in the back of my mind.

“Even if that’s true, I need you to take this time and confirm it. I can’t be worried about whether you’re growing tired of me or you’ve realized, much like Olana, that you don’t want me anymore.”

“Please stop bringing her up. Olana is irrelevant in this situation. She did some shitty thing to the both of us, and I’m angry that it’s now making you doubt whatwehave.”

“And what exactly dowehave? I’m your wife because you were having too much fun in Vegas and high on the idea of being with someone other than Olana.”

“Is that really what you think?” I remained tight-lipped. “Well, you have to know that’s completely inaccurate. I’m obsessed with you. You’ve been my best friend for over three years. I know you. You know me.” He pressed my hand to his heart. “You own this. You always have. You’re my wife, and I’ll fight until my dying breath to keep it that way.”

“Matty,” I sighed out. “We’ve done things all wrong. We got married before we even had a chance to date. Not to mention your ex has been hanging over us the entire time. This isn’t how I expected things to go between us.”

“Do you want to date? Is that it?”

“Maybe?” I was uneasy, unsure of how to put it into words. “I think we should slow it down so you have time to think about what you want.”

“Slow it down?”

“Yeah.” He took a deep breath, relaxing against the couch. “So maybe we should go on dates and get to know each other. No kissing, though.”

His brows furrowed, his lips pressing together. “This sounds a lot like you want to go back to being friends.”

“No. I want to go on dates. Watch movies. Hang out.”

“That’s pretty much what we used to do before.”

“Fine. We can kiss, but no sex.”

His brows raised, and when I pinned him with a glare, he sighed. “Fine. We’ll slow it down, Wifey.” My shoulders relaxed. He was sounding like the old Matty.MyMatty. “We won’t have sex tonight, even though the only thing I’ve been able to think about since we left dinner is how good your tight little pussy would feel choking my cock.”

I gasped, my head whipping to Matty as a shot of pleasure tingled to my center at the thought of it. He shrugged. “You said no kissing. You didn’t say anything about dirty talk.”

His gaze swept over my body. “I guess I won’t be able to make love to you until you realize you’re it for me.”

“Okay.”

“It’s long overdue, though. Like, getting close to four years too long.”

“Sure,” I drawled out, almost feeling a little regretful that I pushed him so hard when his words sounded sincere, and all I wanted was him.

“But I will show you how much tonight meant to me.”

“Ok—” I was halfway through a nod when I really listened to his words. Matty was grinning at me when I opened my eyes.

What does he mean?

“Get in your room,” he commanded, and for some stupid, lovestruck reason, my feet complied before I thought about the consequences.

Standing in the middle of the room with trembling legs, I watched as Matty made his way over. When he shut the door, his eyes roamed by body, admiring me.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “Turn around.”

“Matty, what are you doing?”

“Following orders. Now, will you follow mine?”

Our eyes connected, and for some stupid reason I complied.

So much for taking things slow. I was already acting like a lapdog.

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