Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“So, do I have to like, pretend to be asleep to get you to finally put a move on me?” she asks in the dark.
I roll over closer to her and smack my hand, hard, across her ass.
“Ow!”
“Just checking that you were awake and not talking in your sleep. You did warn me about that.”
“Most people just do things like splash sleeping people with water to see if they’re awake,” she says as she rolls over to look at me.
I brush my thumb under her eye. “I took your clothes off, but you still have makeup on.”
“Oh God, do I look like a raccoon?”
“More like a football player.”
She screams and jumps out of bed but pauses halfway in her sprint to the bathroom. “Oh. You weren’t kidding when you said you took my clothes off. What am I wearing?”
“My T-shirt.”
“Huh. It’s very soft and smells nice.” I watch her silently walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I lean back and lace my fingers behind my head while I wait.
When she comes out, she opens the door tentatively. “Are we doing this?”
“Doing what?” I ask. My dick responds with a quick throb, because obviously my mind goes straight to sex.
“Bed sharing. Me and you. I’ve never done that before, you know. I might kick or something. And I told you about the talking.” A little divot forms between her brows.
I shrug. “And I told you about the gag.”
As she’s talking to me, she’s walking across the room and faking a yawn. “I’m very tired, you know.”
“Then go to sleep,” I say with a shrug, as if the memory of her telling me she likes to fuck on her hands and knees isn’t playing through my head in vivid color right now.
I watch her lay her body down on the bed, but not under the covers. I ignore the raging hard on she gives me and pretend to doze off myself.
The sheets rustle as she moves a little closer to me. Her breathing is soft and even, her chest rising and falling against my arm with each breath that she takes.
I open one eye.
Quinn stares at me in the darkened room.
“I thought you were tired.”
“I’m exhausted but a little buzzed. I got—I’m just not used to this.”
Ahh. I bet she’s scared of being spanked and fucked. I wonder how much courage it took for her to admit she was scared.
If she only knew the half of it…
“Get some sleep for now.”
I want to do so many things to her, but I won’t let myself do anything. Not yet. Quinn doesn’t know who I am. She doesn’t know what I’ve done.
When she finds out… if she does… she might do what she hinted at and find a way to disappear.
CHAPTER TEN
“SNOOPING”
Quinn
I’m pretty confident Adriano can sleep anywhere, at any time.
I wonder how he got good at that.
I bet he wakes up at the drop of a hat, though.
I’m not what you’d call a good sleeper. I’m not an insomniac; I do sleep, but sporadically and lightly. And since I fell asleep on the car ride home, I’m currently energized and fully awake. I stare at my now-husband — a word I’m getting a bit more accustomed to — and wish I could conk out like that.
If I had my phone, I’d mindlessly scroll online until my eyes got droopy. My attention span flits from one thing to the next so quickly it’s hard to focus on things like books or even shows. But I have neither.
God, there must be something around here to occupy myself.
I get out of bed and look back at Adriano. His arm is thrown over his face and he’s lightly snoring. I actually think he’s kind of adorable like this, if I’m honest, though wild horses wouldn’t get that from me if he was awake.
He is, though.
Tonight, I got the barest hint of what he feels like. What he smells like. What it felt like to have his mouth up to my ear.
I wonder what it would be like to have the full effect of his attention directed on me. I want to know.
I have time, though. I don’t know how long we’ll be here in Maine, but I’d think someone like him wouldn’t honeymoon for long. I mean, the entirety of our marriage is only for six months.
I gotta admit, I kind of like wearing his T-shirt. He's not someone who is freely intimate, and neither am I, but it's one small gesture. I've never worn a guy's T-shirt before, and honestly, I've never wanted to.
I've never even thought what it would be like to be married, because I'm not a commitment kind of person. Even Eden and Sergio are in a class of their own, so their relationship didn’t ping my marriage radar. When I think of myself as Adriano’s wife, I'm not really sure how I feel about it. It's probably like when you're in a car accident or some type of trauma situation—like, you're in denial at first.