Page 56 of Delayed Penalty

My jaw drops, my gasp audible as I can’t believe I’m wearing his family ring on my finger right now, in what is currently a fake marriage. Yet… all those years ago when this man was preparing to propose to me, this is the ring he chose for me. He thought I was worthy of his grandmother’s ring, a family heirloom, and that is what I’m thinking about when he takes the next step forward and places his hands on my hips.

“Why am I wearing it now? If this is fake, it should be fake.”

“Exactly,” Harris says, a smirk on his lips now, a playful side coming out and it’s exciting. With both hands on my hips, he lifts me up onto the counter, stepping in between my legs as he invades my space.

Yet I still want him closer.

Inside of me to be precise.

“What are you saying?”

“It wasn’t fake then, it isn’t fake now. I think we both know that.”

My heart starts racing. His words are the fuel to my fire and I want to dive in headfirst. “Wh-what do you want?”

“Right now? Right now, I want to kiss my wife.”

“What’s stopping you?” I ask, earning me a smirk.

Leaning down, his lips crash into mine, one hand moving into my hair, his fingers holding me in place as he devours my mouth. His tongue searches, tangling with my own as he wraps his arms around me like he can’t get close enough.

Thank fuck, the feeling is mutual.

It’s intense, this feeling of being possessed by this man—a man who I’ve loved for years—that fact making it even more overwhelming as his cock hardens between us. When his mouth leaves mine, pressing open mouth kisses down the column of my neck, I open up for him, letting him get closer as his mouth explores.

But I’m still afraid. All at once it hits me that if I let this happen, if things go south, we have too much to lose. We can’t afford to hate each other again, we have a baby coming to think about now and that’s terrifying. I wish I could just think with my vagina and get naked with Harris right this second.

But I can’t.

The next time I’m naked with Harris, it’ll be because we decide to really give this marriage a try, by dating again I guess?

“Harris, I—I can’t do this right now,” I say, gently pushing at his shoulders.

He looks up at me, his dark eyes that were once filled with lust are dull with defeat and I hate it, hate that I caused this. But I know it’d be even more devastating if we tried this, and it failed.

“I want to, I do. Please believe me when I tell you I want nothing more than to let you fuck me. But I think we need to let what we learned tonight settle, see what’s left in the morning. It’s not just you and me we have to think about anymore.”

He runs his fingers through his hair, but he nods, his eyes falling to my stomach and I know he’s having the same thoughts I am.

We have to do this the right way for our baby.

“I’m going to go get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow?”

Taking a step back, he adjusts himself before finally agreeing.

“Okay, Avery. But this isn’t finished. Sleep tight, wife,” he says, with a kiss on my cheek before turning and walking to his bedroom.

I stand up,throwing my comforter off and step into my slippers.

I need to talk to him.

I can’t wait until morning, I can’t wait until tomorrow when it’s a reasonable hour and we haven’t just had a hot and heavy make out session with me sitting on his kitchen island in the same skimpy sleep shorts I’m wearing now. But I don’t care. I need to apologize, explain myself. I feel like he needs to know it’s not that I don’t want him. It’s that I’m afraid of wanting him so badly.

I creep down the hallway toward his room, tiptoeing quietly trying not to wake Luna up. She was snuggled up in my bed and didn’t even stir when I got up. When I get to his door, I listen, hoping to hear something to let me know if he is still awake or not, but I can’t hear anything. Gently tapping on the door to knock, I’m surprised when the door creeps open slightly, leaving me staring at a dark room.

Only, I see light coming from the door that leads to his bathroom, another door he didn’t close all the way. I can hear the faint sound of the shower running and I can’t help myself from imagining him naked.

All I can think about is the water running down his thick, muscular arms, down his million abs, over every muscle I want to lick, especially his thick cock I can’t stop thinking about. My dildo has done nothing to replicate the feeling of sex with Harris, and I’m too afraid to turn on my actual vibrator because I’m afraid he’ll be able to hear it and know exactly what I’m doing behind my bedroom door.

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