Page 27 of His Infatuated Wife

"If you're asking me if I can stop wearing my heart on my sleeve," I say cheerfully, "the answer is no."

"Then you'll end up hurting yourself."

"What doesn't kill you makes you tougher," I quip.

"Riri---"

"Can we talk about something else?" I ask quickly. "Something more fun, like..."

My husband's gaze turns wary. "Like what?"

"Like when did you first realize I'm the girl you're meant to marry?"

"When I spoke to my lawyer," he answers without hesitation. "That's when I realized I needed someone foolish enough to say yes to the kind of marriage I want."

"Very funny."

"But true, though."

And knowing Jacques, I'm sure he means it.

"Let me rephrase then. When did you firstrealize you were attracted to me?"

"I never said I was."

"Ha! I bet it was the same for you, wasn't it? You wanted me from the very start---"

"Yes."

My heart feels like it's about to explode.

I didn't think he'd admit that.

But since he had---

"You promised you'd let me love you," I whisper.

"I did."

"So keep your promise," I hear myself say, "and don't move a muscle."

I can feel him watching me as I slowly slide off his lap and get down on my knees on the carpeted floor.

I reach for him with trembling hands, and I hear him hiss when my fingers finally brush against the zip of his trousers.

"Have you ever dreamt of this, husband?"

My heart starts to hammer as I slowly unzip him.

"Of me going down on my knees so I can take you inside my mouth?"

"You know I have."

His honesty continues to disarm me, and it just makes me so, so giddy that I'm suddenly full of courage. I carefully pull his throbbing length out of his pants, and he growls my name under his breath as my fingers tighten around him.

The way he's staring at me still already has my panties completely drenched, and when I finally take him inside of my mouth---

Oh! My! Gosh!

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