Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
It’s so fucking strong.
I force myself to turn and walk away. I stalk toward the extra bathroom and strip out of my clothes. They feel way too restrictive. As soon as my dress pants are down and off, I reach into my boxer briefs and palm my cock. Closing my eyes, I can still feel her soft skin beneath my fingers. Forcing my boxer briefs down over my hard-on, I stroke from root to tip. I’m going to hell for this, but fuck, I need some relief. I can’t sleep next to her without this.
Reaching into the shower, I turn on the faucet, letting the water warm up before stepping beneath the spray. Bracing one hand on the shower wall, I lower my head and close my eyes. Flashes of my wife are all that I can see. That sexy white dress. Her thong with our name on it.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
I begin to stroke as I picture her as she made her way down the aisle to me. Her blue eyes were shining like dark blue diamonds. The way she watched me. The way we watched each other as if we were the only two in the room.
I stroke faster.
Harder.
My cock is heavy in my palm as I let visions of her dance in my mind. The entire day was one long session of foreplay. In my fantasy, she’s splayed on our bed beneath me. Her perky tits, which I’ve never seen but don’t need much to imagine, are on full display as I thrust inside her for the first time.
That’s it.
That’s all it takes.
The thought of being inside her sets me off, and I spill into my hand and all over the shower wall. I’m breathing heavily. It’s as if I just ran a marathon. Nope, just the best orgasm I’ve had in far too long, brought on by my own hand while imagining my sexy wife.
Quickly, I clean up and dry off. I realize I don’t have any clothes with me. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I open the bathroom door. The bedroom door is open, which means she’s ready for bed. I stroll into the room, where the lamp still gives a soft glow. Monroe is sitting up in bed, under the covers. She’s wearing one of my Everlasting Ink T-shirts. Since she moved in a few weeks ago, she’s been sleeping in my shirts. Why is that so damn sexy? I’ve seen women in my clothes before, and it did nothing for me.
But when it’s my wife? Yeah, that’s all kinds of sexy.
Pulling open my dresser, I grab some boxer briefs, drop the towel, and step into them. I hear Monroe’s intake of breath, and I smile. I’m glad to see she is just as affected by my presence as I am by hers. Schooling my features, I grab the discarded towel from the floor and take it to the bathroom.
“You need anything before we go to bed?” I ask her, stepping out of the bathroom.
“I’m all set.”
I nod and turn the bedside lamp off. It’s on her side of the bed, so I crawl over her in the dark, making her giggle.
“We need to get a lamp for your side of the bed,” she teases.
“Nah, then I wouldn’t be able to crawl all over you each night.”
“Is that something you’re into?” The room is dark, but I can still hear the humor in her voice.
I move around until I’m beneath the covers and on my side. I pull her into me, and she giggles again. Fuck, but do I love that sound. She rolls over, placing her back to my front, which is fine with me. I align my body with hers, keeping my arm around her.
“I’m into you.” My words are soft as if saying them out loud might scare her away. It’s too late. The words are out there, and they’re the absolute truth. I’m into my wife, which is fucked because we’re just supposed to be friends.
She doesn’t respond. Not that I expect her to. She also doesn’t pull away.
Closing my eyes, I enjoy the feel of her in my arms. Something I get for the next year, and I’m already addicted. My breathing is slow and even, and I can feel myself drifting off to sleep.
“Legend?”
“Yeah?” My eyes pop open, ready to be or do whatever she needs.
“Thank you for today.”
“You know I’m the one who should be thanking you, right?”
“You made today special. If this is the only wedding I ever have, I’ll know what it feels like.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You made me feel cherished. Today was… everything I could have hoped for my wedding day to be. I know this isn’t real, but I can’t help how I feel.”
“You are cherished. I told you that. You’re my wife. My queen.” I kiss her shoulder. “We’re supposed to be pretending, but that part remains true. I’ll treat you as such.”