Page 37 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

Did she leave me a trail to follow?

I follow the direction of the pillows to the bedroom at the back of the yacht. Cora is leaning back on her forearms in the middle of the bed, one arm crossed over the other.

She grins up at me as I approach the foot of the bed. “You found me.”

“And now, what am I supposed to do with you?” I grab her heel and drag her to the end of the bed.

She sits up, her hands back beneath my shirt, and crawls up my torso.

I grab her hands and pull them out, pinning her back against the bed. “You better not think I'll fall for that again.”

Cora wriggles beneath me, the loud growl of her stomach echoing between us. “One of these days, you’ll fall for it again, but right now, I need something to eat.”

I grin and straighten up, pulling her to her feet. “Well, lucky for you, I might have arranged for a chef to be on board as well.”

Cora follows me out of the room and back up to the top deck, where dinner is served.

If someone had told me a few months ago that I would be on a yacht with a wife, I would have called them crazy.

Now, life before Cora feels like a faded picture, lacking the vibrant colors she brings.

We get home late at night when the stars are high in the sky and the moon shines bright.

Cora’s heels dangle from her fingers as we walk inside, her hair a tangled mess from the wind. She’s never looked more beautiful.

I climb the stairs to her room behind her, my hands in my pockets.

Tonight has been one unforgettable night of my life, and I hope she feels the same.

Spending an evening with her has only cemented the fact that the last thing I want is a divorce.

Cora stops in front of her closed bedroom door and turns to me. “I had a great time tonight. Thank you.”

I move close to her, the heat from our bodies radiating between us. “I had a great night too. Apart from the nipple pinching. That was a dirty move, and I will get you back for that.”

“Promises, promises.” She smirks before a yawn catches her off guard. “It’s been a long week, and I need to crawl into bed and sleep for a thousand years.”

Laughing, I cup her cheek and brush my thumb over her cheekbone. “Have a good night, Cora.”

I lean in and kiss her, our mouths molding together like we were made for each other. She sighs, relaxing into the kiss as I trace her bottom lip with my tongue.

My hands move up her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. I slide my hands down to cup her ass, pulling our bodies closer together.

“Mm, Griff…” She moans into my mouth, her hands moving up to tangle in my hair.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as she sucks on it.

I can feel her breath quicken as she pulls me closer, her body pressed tightly against mine. I pull away from the kiss, my eyes locked on hers.

“Take off your dress,” I command, my voice low and husky with desire.

She nods, and I watch as she unzips the back of her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a lacy black bra and matching panties.

“Undress me,” I say, my voice hoarse with need.

She complies again, her hands shaking slightly with excitement as she unbuttons my shirt and pulls it off my shoulders.

She moves on to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. My cock swings in front of her as soon as she pulls my boxers down.

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