Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
As the minister pronounces us husband and wife, Worth cups my face in his big hands and kisses me, like I just made him the happiest man on earth.
I think the feeling might be mutual.
EIGHT
Worth
It sounds ridiculous, but I feel different—even more protective of Sophia, if that’s possible. I just got married on the fly, but it’s as if I spoke vows in front of all my friends and family, in a ceremony that took two years to prepare, to a woman who I’d known for five.
I slide my hand up the back of her thigh as we get into the elevator. She hits floor fifteen and I growl, because the idea of waiting fifteen floors until she’s naked seems interminable.
“I want you,” she breathes against my cheek as I press my lips to her neck.
I dip my hand between her thighs and my fingers hit lace just before her knees buckle.
“How much tequila did you drink?” I ask. We can get unmarried, but we can’t un-have sex. I want her fully lucid when I fuck her.
“Why?” she asks breathlessly.
“I want to know if you’re…”
“Oh,” she says, her tone almost alarmed. “I’m one hundred and twenty percent consenting to this. Like, I’m going to be pissed if you don’t fuck me.”
I laugh as the elevator doors slide open.
“My room is right here,” she says, taking a key from her purse.
“In front of the elevators?” I ask and pull in a breath, wondering how loud she’s going to scream when she’s underneath me.
She lets us in and kicks off her shoes as soon as we get through the door. Then she spins to face me.
“Where do you—”
“Everywhere,” I say. I take the shoulders of her dress and pull them down. The fabric falls in a pool at her feet.
I have to close my eyes in a long blink, I’m so overwhelmed at the sight of her naked.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I say, opening my eyes. “Fuck.” I’m going to have to keep it together tonight. I already never want this to end, and it hasn’t even started.
She starts to unbutton my shirt. I pull at her nipple, the tip of my thumb flicking the hard nub, and Sophia gasps at my touch.
“Worth,” she whispers, hands stilling. “Don’t break me.”
“Never,” I say, and shrug off my unbuttoned shirt. I pull out my wallet from my pants and toss it on the desk, making a mental note to remember where I left it. That’s where my condoms are.
“You’re so tall,” she says.
“You like it.”
“I really do.” She nods in appreciation, and I kick out the legs of the desk chair, strip my pants off, and sit.
I’m hard, straining at the ceiling, and Sophia looks at my cock like she’s hungry.
Fuck, I can barely wait to slide inside her.
I pull her toward me and she sits astride, so we’re facing each other.
“Now we’re the same height,” I say, cupping her face. “Almost.”
Her fingers thread into my hair and we kiss. I pull her closer still, so she slots against me, the lace of her underwear the only barrier between us. Her nipples scrape against my chest and her hips sway on my lap, grinding closer and closer, and it’s so fucking good, I can barely stand it.
Sophia’s right—being together feels freeing. In my previous relationships, I felt stifled and caged in, but I’m married to the woman on my lap and I’ve never felt so light and liberated.
She stills and pulls back. “Promise me one thing, Worth.”
“Anything.” Blood is pounding in my veins like it’s trying to set an Olympic record, my heart is clattering against my chest, and my dick is so hard I’m not sure I’ll survive putting the condom on.
“No lies. This might be over tomorrow or next week or never. We might stay together, raise kids, and grow old together. But no matter what happens, don’t ever lie to me.”
“I promise,” I say. “I’m going to take care of your heart, Sophia.” Gazing into her eyes, I realize they aren’t just blue, but have purple flecks that look like flowers unfurling under the sun’s heat. I know we’re not going to be over tomorrow. Or next week. The more I get to know this woman, the more I’m going to fall for her.
She takes my palm and presses it over her panties. They’re soaked through. It calms me to think she’s been waiting for this moment too, thinking about it, fantasizing about it.
I can’t do anything but grunt in appreciation. I want to feel that wetness on my tongue, around my dick, down my chin.
“They need to come off,” I hiss.
I’m dizzy with need for her. I want to fuck her so hard she won’t stand for a week, and I want to take my time, smoothing my hands over her body, placing chaste kisses to every dip and curve of her. I want it all.