Page 51 of The Bloke

So she did wake up while I was gone…

“Morning, love.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead as she nuzzled herself up against my chest.

“Where did you go?”

“I had a training session with Jaxon and Nick at the showroom.”

“Oh…” She yawned, her eyes looking over to the blackout curtains I had drawn closed before leaving. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten—Don’t you have classes to instruct today?” I asked.

She didn’t usually take time off; if anything, it seemed like she had been adding classes to her schedule—most likely to avoid me.

“No. I canceled classes today. I needed a break. Perfect timing, right?” She giggled, pressing kisses to the front of my shoulder.

I hummed in response, pulling her closer to me. This is exactly what I wanted from the beginning with her. I knew it would take time, and honestly, I was shocked that she reconsidered so quickly. I almost wanted to ask her where the change of heart came from, but the last thing I wanted to do was give her a reason to change it back.

“There’s a Gala tomorrow evening,” I said, unsure how to explain what it was for and who was hosting it.

I stared at the wall across the room as I contemplated my explanation. I knew I would have to tell her everything eventually, but now felt like too soon.

“You’re quiet…” She murmured against my chest. “Not what I’d expect after everything that’s happened...”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. She wasn’t wrong.

In twenty-four hours, she went from hating me to letting me in, and I went from obsessing over fucking her to feelings that were far more complicated.

Did I marry her as a means to claim her for myself? Yes.

Did I want her to love me? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Did I expect to fall for her so soon myself? Honestly… No.

But I was falling for her. She took my breath away every chance she got, and I loved it when she attempted to put me in my place.

I was falling in love with my wife, and now, more than ever, was the worst time for it to happen.

One wrong move. One mistake, and she would be ripped away from me for good.

There were no second chances with the Men Under Revue, and she was about to be thrown straight to the wolves.

We didn’t leave ourbed all day. I couldn’t get enough of my wife. I wanted her in every position, every possible way, and even then, I needed more of her.

I spent the entire day between those beautifully toned thighs, and if it weren’t for the show tonight, I would have stayed even longer.

“Don’t wait up for me, love.” I leaned down and kissed her gently on her bare shoulder.

She was curled up in the pillows and rolled to face me when I pushed myself off the mattress.

“Do you have to?” She opened her exhausted eyes and dropped her arm to the now-empty space beside her.

How did we get to this point so fast? Where I would give anything to drop all my obligations just to stay here with her.

I thought I was obsessed with her before, but that was just infatuation. This was an obsession—craving her like a fucking drug.

I stared into her stormy eyes, returning a soft smile as I grazed my fingers lightly along the back of her outstretched hand.

“I won’t be back late like all those other nights.”

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