Page 30 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

I shouldn’t be spying on her like this. She’s my wife and not some criminal I’m helping track down. Still though. Just one push of a button and I’d know everything. Glancing over my shoulder, I click and let the program do its work.

Nothing. Just as she said. No incoming texts and no outgoing texts. There’s not even anything in her deleted folder. Granted, with how she’s acting around this newer technology, maybe she doesn’t even realize all deleted texts never truly disappear.

As much as I hate snooping on her like this, it’s good to know she’s not the devious sort. Not from what I can see, at least. With another sigh, I put my laptop up and close my eyes, forcing my brain to settle down.

Darkness descendsas we continue our long trek to Athens. Again, I look over at the empty cabin and sigh. She hasn’t called or texted, but I suppose it’s a good thing. Maybe she’s just waiting for me to make the first move?

As I get my phone out, a bit of movement catches my eye. Jessica stands outside my door, pillow in hand. Her expression is unreadable, but she doesn’t seem averse to being in my space. That’s good at least.

“I was wondering… That is… I… Could you-”

“Come in here, sweet girl.”

The moment she squeezes into my space, I hit the buttonto close the door behind us. Anxiety rolls off of her as we both watch it close shut. My fingers wrap around her slim waist as I pull her down onto my lap, gripping her tightly against me for a moment.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ve checked my door, and it works perfectly. Besides, I can still grab hold of a flight attendant from in here.”

With a soft chuckle, she smacks her forehead. “I guess I should have thought about doing that earlier.”

“You were distressed. No one really thinks clearly when they’re not mentally okay. Now what is it you wanted to see me about?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me. Something funny to pass the time?”

A wicked grin tilts up my lips into a half smirk. “Are you sure there isn’t anything else you’d rather do to pass the time?”

She ducks her head as a pretty blush fans across her face. “I’d rather not, if that’s all the same to you.”

“I’m not going to force you, Jessica. When you’re ready, it will happen.” Tucking her to my side, I scroll through the movies until one catches her eyes.

As much as I want to enjoy watching something with her, I find I’m far too distracted by how the curve of her body fits so perfectly against mine. Every laugh forces her breasts to rub against me, making my cock pulse and ache. For her benefit, however, I suffer in silence.

Dinner is a slight reprieve as she sits further away from me while we talk about mundane things. It’s good to learn about her, but I’d much rather have her back in my arms, regardless of how tortuous it is.

When she’s full, we put on another movie as I hold herclose, memorizing the color of her hair, the way she sighs, what makes her laugh, and what makes her frown. After another hour or so, she’s completely asleep beside me.

Unable to resist, I softly kiss the top of her head and pull the blankets up around her shoulders, allowing her to sleep as long as she can. As long as she’s in my arms, I’ll stay awake, keeping silent vigil over my newest prized possession, a submissive I never thought I’d have the privilege of receiving.

CHAPTER 12

JESSICA

Exhaustion lines Devin’s face as he helps me out of the taxi near the cable cars of Fira. Perhaps having Santorini as my honeymoon bucket list locale wasn’t the smartest thing ever. With both of us still tired and jetlagged, it’s not as if we’re enjoying anything.

As much as I want to stay in the hotel room, Devin seems bound and determined to take me out and about, showing me everything Greece has to offer. Granted, it’s certainly better than being cooped up in the hotel room debating whether or not to sleep with my husband. Even now, my fingers inch down the side of my pants to where my phone lies heavy in my pocket.

He almost discovered my secret longing, the feelings I harbor for my ex, when he so graciously brought me some apple juice. Even though I had done nothing wrong then, I still feel the guilt now. It constricts my ribs with every breath, making my heart hurt with the effort.

Pulling me off to the side, Devin gives me a wide grin. “Ready to enjoy your honeymoon, my newbie submissive?”

His words cut me to the heart. Here he is thinking about me and us growing together as a couple, and yet I can’t stop thinking about Alec. Is it because things were never really resolved for us? Could it be that being in Greece, the same country as him, is messing with my head?

Mustering up a smile, I let Devin lead me off to the side, away from people and traffic. The moment we’re enclosed in a small alcove, his scent washes over me, making my head swim. When he’s close to me like this, I forget all about Alec and the broken promises forced on us by a government who thinks they know better.

Maybe they do know better. Despite the heartache of feeling like I’m betraying Alec, I can’t deny the need to have Devin kiss me, touch me, or do all sorts of filthy things to me. Closing in the gap, I kiss him, allowing myself this moment of weakness.

Arousal floods my system as he presses me against the stone and devours me like a man starving. Alec rarely kissed me like this. It was more polite pecks or a soft sliding of our lips together before he would pull away. Moaning against Devin, I thread my fingers through his thick hair and grind against him as need pours over me.

“Perhaps I should cancel dinner and just devour you instead.” His eyes are nearly black as he stares down at me.

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