Page 43 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 2

“I love you, Julianne. I love you so fucking much. And not only because you’re fantastic in bed or in the bath.”

She giggled against my neck, then ran her tongue along the column. “Mmm, you taste good. And I love you too. And it’s not because you have a monster cock and know how to use it.”

I clung to her and held on, my kisses to her shoulder and neck mingling with the water droplets, soothing her while I soothed myself.

“As long as we have this…me and you, nothing else matters. Not really. Not in the grand scheme of it all.”

She sighed and nuzzled my neck. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It can be,” I said, meaning every word. “All I really want from this is sitting in my lap with my cock still inside her.”

She burst into laughter. “You’re a cad, you know that.”

I shrugged.

Jules lifted up, disconnecting and washed between her thighs. When she was done, I took the sponge and did the same.

“Rinse off in the shower?” I asked.

“Are you going to bang me up against the tile this time?” she teased.

“That can be arranged.” I grinned as my cock started to rise again.

“Seriously!” She stared at my hardening shaft. “What are you, superhuman?”

“No. I’m just really fucking attracted to my wife, and you’re still naked,” I admitted honestly, my gaze running up and down her lush bare form. Julianne was considered full-figured by fashion and societal norms. Thick creamy pale thighs, juicy ass, massive boobs, rounded stomach, and wide hips I loved gripping. She was soft everywhere I was hard, and every last inch of her was absolute perfection.

“Well put that thing away…I’m hungry and someone promised me Chinese food.”

We got out of the bath and shuffled into the shower to rinse. I would have played nice had she not bumped and rubbed her fine ass against my cock. I responded by taking her hands, hoisting them above her head and holding her there with one handaround her wrists, the other on a curvy hip while I fucked her from behind and called her a filthy girl. A fact I realized made her hot and bothered real quick.

She came two more times in the shower as I plowed her from behind. When we got out, I dried her off and ordered the Chinese food.

We settled on the couch in her bedroom, both of us in fluffy robes. She swore she’d bought the one I was wearing in case she had a guest of the male variety over, something I did not want to hear and ignored. Then Julianne flicked on the TV. She landed on reruns ofFriendsas I opened all the small square boxes.

“I ordered a bit of everything,” I said, passing her a plate.

“You don’t eat Chinese food from plates, Gio. Everyone knows that,” she scoffed.

I chuckled. “Then how do you eat it?”

She picked up one of the boxes that had chow mein, shoveled her chopsticks inside and held a bunch of noodles aloft as she put the lot into her mouth, noodles hanging in her wake as she slurped them up. Her cheeks were puffed like a chipmunk when she got them all in.

I laughed out loud and stole her box then copied her exactly, chipmunk cheeks and all.

We both snickered through our food, taking bites straight from the containers and then switching so the other could have some. It was fun. Julianne was fun. Something I was realizing I’d never had when I was with Bianca. She rarely ate much in front of me. The woman so thin I could blow on her and she might fall over. Whereas Jules was just herself. Enjoying life. Everything from our bath, to the shower, to sitting in robes and eating food out of the box while watching reruns of an old comedy. I hadn’t noticed how much of my true self had been lost when I dated Bianca.

“Thank you, Jules. For choosing me.” I stated out of the blue.

She stuck her chopsticks in the box and set it on the table. “Technically, you chose me. Remember the auction.”

“Oh, please. You and I both know, there was no way your godmother was going to let a stranger have you as their wife,” I scoffed.

She lifted a shoulder, the robe slipping off and showing me a swath of creamy skin. I licked my lips. I’d had the woman twice today and already I wanted more.

Focus, Gio.

“Well, I’m glad it was you,” she whispered.

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