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After a few seconds, she said, “I have only one condition.”

It felt like my knees were about to give out with that little bit of hope, but I wasn’t foolish enough to agree to any conditions before hearing them first. I knew my wife well enough to know that anything could be coming out of her mouth next, and I wasn’t about to add another mistake to the list that I already had going.

“What is it, lass?”

“Do not ever threaten my job again,” she answered. “I like my job, Mr. Murphy. I enjoy helping people, and it feels rewarding to make a difference. Yeah, the hours are long, the schedule is a bit hectic, and it comes with a lot of stress, but it’s a job worth having, and I’m good at it.”

“I can only agree to that if your safety while working at Donza isn’t compromised,” I replied truthfully. “If you promise to be careful, I won’t stand in the way of your career, lass.”

I watched her let out a huge sigh of relief. “I…I can do that.”

“However, I have a condition of my own,” I told her.

My wife immediately stilled at that. “What is it?”

“Do not call me Mr. Murphy ever again,” I ordered.

Her dark eyes widened. “But…but you told me not to call you Noah anymore.”

“That was when you were breaking my heart, lass,” I chuckled. “Since that’s not the case anymore, you’ll call me Noah.”

“So, then…that’s the proof that you need to show that I’m trying?”

I stepped to her, placed my hands on her hips, then pulled her close to me. “For starters.”

“Noah…” she whispered breathlessly.

“Show me that you forgive me, baby,” I told her, my fingers digging into her hips.

“As long as I’m the only one,” she said, making a complete one-eighty on our vows.

“Shea, it’s always been just you,” I told her honestly.

Chapter 40

Shea~

I might be making the biggest mistake of my life, but I’d meant every word of what I’d said. I wanted to be happy, and since there was no way out of this marriage, I could either continue to fight it, making things worse with each passing day, or else I could give Noah the chance to prove himself to me. If he failed, then it’d be enough for me to never fall in love with him, finally being able to turn away from him completely. If he succeeded, then the horrible beginning to our marriage could easily fade into a distant memory.

So, I chose happiness.

I reached for Noah’s slacks as I lowered to my knees, and his low groan was enough to make my thighs clench. As I worked Noah’s cock free, I felt one of his hands sink into my hair, and my chest ached with how he was making sure not to touch the side of my head with the stitches.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting to see you like this forever,” he rasped, his fingers tangling in my hair. “I’ve been fucking dreaming of this, baby.”

Simply because Noah was a man, I knew that he wasn’t lying. No matter what a man said, it was undeniable that a woman on her knees was the ultimate aphrodisiac for him. Men fought wars over women, so it stood to reason that having that kind of power kneeling at your feet, letting you use her, would make any man lose his mind over that kind of control.

Wrapping my right hand around the base of his cock, I wasted no more time in giving Noah what he wanted. I leaned forward, then took the head of his shaft into my mouth, my lips sucking him in, my jaw dropping as widely as it could to accommodate his size.

“Fuck, Shea,” he grunted above me, his hips moving to feed me more of his cock. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby.”

Even though I knew that there was no way that I was going to be able to take every inch of him, that didn’t stop me from trying. Letting go of my safety net, I placed my hands on Noah’s thighs, then dropped my head back, so that he could thrust his cock down my throat. While he might believe that I was doing this as a show of good faith, the truth was that I enjoyed this part of sex, too. As far as I was concerned, for the sex to be good, then both partners had to enjoy the experience, and with the way that Noah was fucking my face, he was definitely enjoying this.

Noah’s fist pulled at my hair, and I knew that it was taking everything that he had in him not to grab the other side of my head. “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “Suck that cock, baby. Let me hear those choking sounds.”

Since Noah kept hitting the back of my throat with enough force to bruise it, he was definitely getting the choking sounds that he wanted. I was struggling to breathe as Noah’s thrusts sped up, the head of his dick expanding inside my mouth. I knew the signs, and it wasn’t going to be long before he erupted down my throat or on my face, reminding me that I was going to have to finally learn what really turned my husband on.

However, before I could ask any questions, Noah was growling down at me like a man at the end of his rope. “I’m cumming on you, Shea,” he announced. “I’ll let you swallow me another time, but this time, our first time, I’m going to paint you with my cum.”

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