Page 70 of Burn Bag

I frowned, wondering why she was apologizing for that.

“Not that I wouldn’t intentionally grab you,” she rushed on. “I mean, I don’t walk up to men and grope them. But then I guess you’re not regular men. I mean, you are a regular man, but you’re my husband, which means I can grab you.”

I smirked at that.

“Not that I would literally walk up to you and grab you just because I could. That’s weird.”

“Not to a man.”

“Right, but I’m not a man, and women don’t do that.”

“Maybe they should.”

“Just…grab you? Like, walk over and grab on?” she asked uncertainly.

I shrugged, wondering if she would actually do it. She appeared to be considering it. Her teeth sank into her lip as her eyes reflexively dropped to my crotch. Fuck, there I went again.

She took a step forward, and then another, but at the last second, she chickened out and walked toward the silverware drawer, grabbing a fork. “Syrup?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“Yeah.”

Damn, I was so close. But maybe it was for the best. I wasn’t sure starting a marriage out with groping each other was the best way to go. Again, not a great start to this relationship. It couldn’t be built on sex. I knew that much for sure.

“Uh…you know, I should probably get over to work soon,” I choked out as she sat down, hitching her leg up on the stool. Her toned leg was on full display, just waiting for me to run my fingers over, but I somehow found the restraint and stayed on my side of the counter.

Grabbing a waffle, I tore into it, not even bothering with syrup.Right now, I needed to stuff my face with something, and while I would love for that to be her pussy, this waffle was going to have to do.

“You should slow down. You’re going to choke.”

And then I did. Waffle got stuck in my throat, but it wasn’t because I was eating too fast. No, it was because I was imagining her choking on my cock as I fed it down her throat.

Fuck, I had to get out of here, and fast. I grabbed the glass of orange juice I had set out for her and chugged it. Slamming it down on the counter, I stalked around the island and headed for the door.

“Uh…I gotta work. Stay out of the litter area and get some rest. Don’t do anything but lay on the couch or in bed all day. Got it?” I called over my shoulder.

“I think that’s a little ridiculous—” she started, but at my glare, she shut her mouth. “Got it.”

With a tight nod, I headed out the door and breathed in the fresh air. Fuck, this marriage was going to kill me.

“You left her at home?”Red asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Sauntering around the table, I took my seat, waiting for the meeting to begin. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well…she almost burned your house down and ended up in the hospital. Twice. Just thought you might want to reconsider anything that might…go in that direction again.”

“Like leaving her alone?” Eli grinned. “You really are off to a great start. How are the balls, by the way?”

I glared at him, not wanting to discuss the state of my balls. They were sore as hell and the scratches were scabbing over. And worse, every time I saw one of those fucking cats, they withdrew into my body and took cover. I wasn’t sure I’d ever have a properly functioning dick again.

Except when I looked at her.

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled as he kicked up his feet on the table. “I thought you were crazy for marrying some chick you picked out online, but nothing could have prepared me for Daphne. Hell, I don’t even know her, and I’m already wondering how the two of you are going to survive.”

“Marriage takes work,” I argued.

“Oh, I’m not talking about marriage. I’m talking about literally surviving. Eventually, the hospital will call the police on you if you keep showing up with these kinds of wounds.”

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