Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
I wanted her. I fucking wanted her, and she was right there on the other side of the wall. This was ridiculous.
What was she thinking? How would she react if I knocked on her door?
But what reason would I have for doing it? The rules were back in place, and it was no longer our wedding night. There was no pretense under which I could safely hide. If I went to her room, she would either think I was a pig who just wanted sex, or she’d suspect I had feelings for her.
I wasn’t sure which was worse.
If only I could think of a valid reason to violate the terms of the contract again, it would be okay. Turning onto my stomach, I punched my pillow a few times before burying my face in it. The moment my eyes closed, she was there—unbuttoning her pajama top, daring me to touch her. Slipping down between my thighs, taking my dick in her mouth. Putting her hands on my ass, pulling me deeper, my bare cock buried inside her. I groaned into my pillow, remembering how good it had felt.
And it hit me—the reason we should do it again. It was fucking genius!
I was up and out of bed in a heartbeat, moving down the darkened hall, knocking on her door.
“Yes?” she called.
“Can I come in?”
“Okay.”
As soon as I pushed the door open, she turned on the lamp on the nightstand. Then she sat up in bed.
“What is it?” she asked, eyeing my bare chest.
“I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“About saving time and money.”
She blinked at me. “Huh?”
I went over and sat on the bed at her side. “Saving time and money on the inseminations, like you said. Instead of paying for just one shot each month, we could just keep trying at home for free, as often as we want.” I put my hand on her leg, above the covers. “Since we’ve already done it and all.”
“But . . .” Her gaze dropped to my hand. “What about the rules?”
“I’ve got it all figured out. What if we mutually agreed to suspend that particular rule in the interest of, uh, increasing our chances of success in phase two?” As I talked out of my ass, I slid my hand up her thigh. “I feel that phase two deserves a strong, proactive commitment and an innovative approach in order to . . . maximize opportunities for conception.”
She laughed. “That’s why you’re in here right now? To maximize opportunities for conception?”
“Of course. What other reason would there be?”
“I don’t know.” She folded her arms across her chest. “You tell me.”
We eyeballed each other.
It was clearly a standoff, and I didn’t want to lose.
But I also didn’t want to leave.
“Okay, maybe I can think of another reason,” I hedged.
Her satisfied smile gave me the confidence to kiss her, but when I leaned forward to do it, she put two fingers over my lips. “First you have to tell me what it is.”
I sat back, annoyed. “Look, I’m offering you my superior genetic material—which is why you married me, after all—for free, whenever you want it. What’s the problem?”
She shook her head. “That’s not how this is going to work.”
I exhaled noisily. “Fine. I had a good time with you last night.”
“And?”
“And I want to do it again.”
“Because?”
“Because it felt good.”
“Buuut”—she shrugged—“you could make yourself feel good all by yourself in your room. You don’t need me for that.”
“Fine.” I scowled at her. “I enjoy making you feel good.”
That smile appeared again. “Why? Do you like me?”
“Goddammit, Bianca,” I seethed. “You’re such a pain in the ass! I want you, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I knocked on your door tonight because I was lying in bed alone and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Now you can tell me to fuck off if you want to, but quit playing games! Do you want me or not?”
Instead of answering, she grabbed my head and crushed her lips to mine. “Yes, I want you,” she whispered. “But I like playing games.”
I slid beneath the covers, stretching out above her and claiming her mouth. “You drive me fucking crazy,” I told her, pressing my cock between her legs and pinning her wrists to the mattress. “Like honest to God, you make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Laughing, she buried her face in my neck and inhaled. “God, she was right. You do smell good.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. I have decided I like your proposed amendments to our earlier agreement,” she said, wrapping her legs around me. “Also your sizable assets and your willingness to be flexible. Shall we just call the orgasms a value-added experience?”
I grinned down at her. “Now that’s more like it.”
I spent the entire night in her bed, and this time when we woke up the next morning, she was still wrapped in my arms. Rain drummed softly on the roof. I inhaled, taking in the scent of her hair, and rested my lips briefly on the top of her head.