Page 58 of The Marriage Bid
“Anything else important?”
“I mean, your hotel is important. If we’re going to have it ready by—
“That can wait. I want to take you out.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you want to know if we could be more than,” he gestured to the bed, “this?”
Did I? I was perfectly comfortable with the new fucked-up level of our relationship we had reached. Now not only was he my husband and my client, he was now my fuck buddy. A very good one too. It was a complicated relationship that I made peace with last night after a few earth-shattering orgasms. What he was proposing, however, was dangerous. I didn’t think I could handle the inevitable divorce if we ‘got to know each other.’
“What happened to hating me?”
“What if I say I no longer do?”
I snorted. “What changed? My pussy isn’t that revolutionary.”
His hand, which had been on my cheek, strayed down to my butt cheek, and he pressed me down so that I buckled on top of him, my body splaying on top of his. He clasped his arms around me. “What if I say it is?”
I scoffed.
“It’s true. I had sex with you once, and I couldn’t enjoy sex with any other woman again the same way I did with you. You were…different.”
I could feel my brow wrinkling. “That sounds awful. I made you not like sex?”
“You made me realize that I was settling. That it could be better.”
My heart thudded so hard I was sure he could feel it. “Is that what you tell women to keep them in your bed?”
“No woman has been in my bed before.”
“Now that’s a boldfaced lie.”
Still holding me tightly, he reached for his phone, which was on the nightstand, and waved it. “You can call my exes and confirm?”
I pushed the phone away. He let it clutter onto the bed beside him and interlaced my hand with his. “All two hundred of them? That will take forever.”
I tried to get off him, but he held me to him. “Stay. Please?” His eyes were pleading as though my saying no would disappoint him.
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“It can be postponed. Yours too, I imagine.” He flashed a mischievous grin and squeezed my butt. “It’s not as though the client will lodge a complaint.”
Since the budget had been approved, the contractors we hired could continue to work without any hiccups. There were afew things that needed my supervision, but they could hold off on those items for a day.
“Fine. But let me call my assistant and sort out a few things.”
Reluctantly, he let go of me, but not before drawing me down for a kiss.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked after I was done showering.
Tyler was no longer in the bedroom, and I had to follow the smell of sizzling food to find him in the kitchen, half-naked, making breakfast. The smell of bacon, mushrooms, and eggs filled the room. “Trying to redeem your honor?” I glanced down at the plate of pancakes next to the stove and snatched one.
He gently lifted an omelet with the precision of a Michelin star chef and placed it on a plate. “Something like that.”
“Oh, my god!” I chewed on the pancake, and a burst of flavor exploded in my mouth. Blueberries, bananas, and vanilla all combined to create a heavenly combination.
Tyler nodded smugly. “I told you I’m good.”
