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She presses against me and I hug her tight. I can’t fucking believe how good that felt. Her body is incredible, and she knows how to move it. I kiss her softly again, looking in her eyes.

“One hell of a wedding night,” she whispers.

I smirk at her. “You think we’re done?”

She laughs a little uncertainly. “I don’t know if I can take any more.”

I tip her chin up and kiss her again. “I think you can. And I’ll prove it.”

She kisses me back, full and deep, and I know I’m going to have her again tonight, and soon. My cock is already starting to stir just thinking about tasting that sweet pussy one more time.





16





Hazel





I wake up slowly the next morning and stretch like a cat, savoring every single feeling in my body.

I’m sore between my legs, but that doesn’t bother me, not at all. It just makes me think of the night before, and a small smile comes to my face. After that first time, when he couldn’t even wait until we got back into bed, he didn’t stop touching me for a second. Even as we were recuperating, just chatting about nothing and enjoying each other’s company, he kept a leg over mine, or his hand casually on my hip, like he couldn’t pull away from me.

A shiver spreads down my spine. I think I probably have a bruise on my ass, but I don’t mind that either. Every single touch was worth it, and I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything.

I close my eyes again. The other side of the bed is empty, although it wasn’t when we went to sleep. I guess he got up and went back to his room in the middle of the night, which is disappointing. But it doesn’t surprise me. Nolan doesn’t seem like the kind of man who wants to share his bed with anyone for too many nights, and I don’t know how many more times I’m going to get to experience that.

What if I’m pregnant already? I doubt it, I don’t think I’m ovulating, but it’s possible. I haven’t been keeping good track of my cycle ever since I started traveling in Europe, so I might be wrong. Maybe he knocked me up on our very first night together.

I don’t know what’s going to happen as soon as I’m pregnant. Maybe that’ll be everything, he’ll have what he wants, and he’ll move on. I suddenly start feeling incredibly insecure, though I’m not sure why. I knew this was the deal going into this whole thing. I’m free to do whatever I want and obviously that same freedom extends to Nolan.

I just don’t want to give this up just yet. Last night was something special. I’ve never experienced that level of pleasure before in my entire life, and I want to taste it again. The thought of having him inside of me for just one night seems like a tragedy.

I sit up in bed and hesitate. I glance down at the ring on my finger and a strange feeling overwhelms me. I wish he had stayed in bed last night and that I could wake up to his handsome face smiling back at me. That’s not going to be my life, though. I need to start accepting that. Our marriage isn’t real, so we’re not going to do things that normal married couples do. I have to be okay with what I have.

Except as I get up and pull on some clothes, I know I’m not going to be satisfied until I feel him again.

I head into the bathroom and get myself ready for the morning. As I head out into the hall and toward the kitchen, the smell of cooking bacon floods my senses, and a smile creeps onto my face.

Nolan is standing in front of the stove and grins when I enter. “There you are,” he says. “I thought you’d sleep all day.”

I’m surprised at the relief that floods over me. I thought he had slept with me and then abandoned me in the morning, but I should have known better. He’s just in the kitchen, cooking breakfast.

“I guess you wore me out,” I say with a little smile.

His grin gets even better. “Damn, I should have thought of that.”

“I’m clever, what can I say.” I pour myself a cup of coffee as he shovels food onto two plates. We sit at the kitchen counter, side by side, and I pick at what’s in front of me.

If he notices that I’m a little distracted, he doesn’t say anything. I’m relieved to see him out here cooking breakfast for me, but that doesn’t change anything. All of my hesitations are still there, and maybe this makes it even worse. If he had just left last night, I might know where I stood. But now I’m just even more confused.

I’m not really his wife. This is just a business deal. I’m getting money and stability, and he’s getting a cleaner image and an heir. That’s a good trade for both of us, but what’s confusing me is this strange middle ground we seem to be sitting on here. Not quite together, but not apart either.