Page 103 of Wild Ever After
“Pretty sure.” I lean up and lightly bite her nipple. She moans, so I do it again, then give the other one a little nibble too.
I can tell she wants me to continue, but she pushes me back down to the mattress and starts to ride me. Slow at first, driving me to the brink of insanity with the need to come. Her fingers dig into my chest as she increases the pace.
Only when I can tell she’s close, do I take over, sitting up again and kissing her while I use my hold on her hips to drive us both over the edge.
“Declan,” she mumbles as her orgasm continues to send spasms through her body.
“Jade.” I nip at her shoulder. “Baby. I’m real. This is real.”
* * *
The next morning, I wake up at my usual time, despite wanting to sleep in. Jade’s in the shower, so I get dressed and head downstairs to make breakfast before she has to go to work.
I don’t have to go to the arena today. My plans are to put the finishing touches on the upstairs hall bathroom. I need to switch out the faucet, change the doorhandle, and touch up the paint in a few places. I bought a clawfoot tub that should be here any day, and then it will be complete. Jade almost always uses my bathroom now, but I couldn’t resist getting her the tub of her dreams.
I scramble eggs, fry the turkey bacon (Jade replaced the real stuff), make some toast, and then cut up a cantaloupe. I’m more of a protein shake guy most mornings because it’s faster, but I could see myself making breakfast for her like this on all my days off.
When everything is ready, Jade still isn’t downstairs. I make coffee, grab a cup, and move toward the living room. As I pass by the counter, a stack of papers catches my eye.
The contract format makes me do a double take. I set my mug down next to it and pick up the papers. I scan quickly, brain racing to figure out what it is I’m reading. Then, flip back to the first page and start over.The hell?
“Good morning!” Jade’s chipper voice behind me catches me by surprise and I whirl around, contract still in hand.
“What is this?” I hold up the papers.
Her eyes widen and her smile falls. “I was going to talk to you about that.”
She takes the papers from me and moves into the kitchen to get her own mug of coffee.
“A reality show?” I ask, following her.
“Do you remember the woman, Olivia, we met at the charity dinner we went to with Leo and Scarlett?”
“Yeah, vaguely.”
“She’s the publicist for the show and thought I’d make a good addition.” She takes a sip of her drink before facing me.
“You’re not going to do it, right?”
“I said no,” she says, but something in her tone still has me on guard.
“But you want to do it?”
“It’s a lot of money. Plus, the possible exposure.”
I brace my hands on the counter. “We don’t need the money.”
“Youdon’t,” she clarifies. “But I barely make enough to cover my monthly expenses.”
“I can cover whatever you need.”
“For now, but what about in seven months when this is over?”
When it’s over?
“I wasn’t aware we had an expiration date.” My pulse is racing and my body tenses.
“You know what I mean. We agreed to stay married for a year. After that, even if we’re dating, I wouldn’t expect you to pay my way.”
