Page 48 of Inconvenient Marriage
My entire body jolts. His cock slips out of my hand, I’m so stunned by his admission. He winces, and I grab him again, moving my hand faster and faster as if the rhythm of my arm is enough to knock his heated words out of my head.
He can tell he spooked me. I don’t think he regrets being so honest, though he is quick to add: “But not today.” I’m touchinghim, but he’s touching me now, reaching out, brushing a stray lock of hair out of my face, his breath ragged as he tells me, “Not until you’re ready, love. After all, we have forever.”
That’s what Sebastien thinks.
“We have until March,” I correct weakly.
Rather than tell me that I’m wrong, he lunges forward, biting down on my bottom lip just hard enough to have me gasping. At the same time, I squeeze the head of his cock, and he comes hard, hips jerking, hot come spilling all over my fingers.
Sebastien releases his bite. His hand covers mine, guiding it through the aftershocks as he comes down from his climax.
Only then, once he has, does he shift his hold on me. His fingers circle my wrist, tugging my jizz-covered hand up until all I can smell is his come. Slightly bleachy and almost sweet, he forces me to look at it.
And then he grins. A crooked grin that’s allSebastien, with a hint of a wicked, devilish edge as he says with a dare, “You made this mess, love. Now clean it up.”
I do. Darting my tongue up, I lap at his come, licking as much of it as I can from my fingers as he watches, lust brightening up his dark eyes.
“Shit, Annaliese.” He shudders. “You’re such a good fucking girl. Look at you. Do you always do what you’re told?”
Honestly?
I lift up my head. “No. Not always,” I tell him, and I give him my own daring look as I smear the rest of it across the front of his leather jacket.
His lips twitch, expression both amused and approving. “You’re still my good girl, love.”
As Sebastien tucks his spent cock back into his jeans, as the erotic high of what we just did together slows starts to come down… suddenly, I have a different question for him that I have to ask.
“Am I really? Because… I don’t know. It seems like I’m being kept as your secret. Like you’re hiding me,” I say before I can stop myself. “Just like?—”
His eyes sharpen. “Just like who, Annaliese?”
I glance away. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter. After all, the contract doesn’t say?—”
He snorts, followed by a laugh that is more bitter than I would’ve expected. “Right. The contract.” He jerks up his zipper with more force than necessary. “The fuckingcontract. The same contract that says if intimacy is desired, it must be consensual, private, and free of obligation.”
Holy shit. He got that clause word for word.
I wonder why that’s the only section that really imprinted on my fake husband? As though, when it comes down to it, the only part of our fake marriage that means anything at all is sex?
And, yes, I told him he could have that if he wanted. All along, he hasn’t… so what changed? And why is he looking at me now likeIdid something wrong when I did exactly what he wanted? I jerked him off. I asked him questions. I licked his come—and I did it all out here in the mountains, which is nice and private andhidden, isn’t it?
I lift my chin, gesturing with my damp hand around the overlook. “Can’t get more private than this, Sebastien. And if we’re quoting the contract, it also says monogamy isn’t required. That discretion is preferred. You want me to get to know you? Here’s a question. What’s your opinion on monogamy during our marriage?”
Sebastien stalks toward me. “Why are you asking? You looking for a side piece?”
I’m not afraid of my husband. I’mnot. But the way he’s suddenly looming over me…
I back up, darting around him putting some space between us. Four feet, five, maybe six… I just need to be able to breathe,and the way his eyes are following me, the most predatory look I’ve ever seen on his features… I need him to stay over there until I can understand what the hell is going on.
“What? No, I?—”
Before I can finish what I was saying, I feel my phone buzzing in my back pocket.
What the… He said there was no service, but maybe he just meant that it was crap. That I needed to walk around to find a spot where my find would work.
I dip my fingers into my pocket.
“Annaliese,” he begins. “We need to talk about this.”
