Page 54 of First Comes Marriage

Her orgasm shimmered out of reach, a tantalizing mirage she could almost touch.

“Fuck, I won’t be able to stop playing with that pussy. Need to keep you wet for me all the time. Ready for me to slide in and give us what we both need.” His hand was flying now, almost as fast as her own. She couldn’t have looked away if she tried, hypnotized by Sebastian Graham and his filthy words and his beautiful, pierced cock. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s—Keep talking.”

“You like when I say dirty things to you?”

“Fuck, yes,” she whimpered.

“Will you let me do all the dirty things I talk about, wildflower? What if I tell you I want to fuck your pretty mouth, smear that lipstick all over my cock? What if I want to make you come over and over until you beg me to stop, until you can’t remember what it felt like not to have my cock inside you?” She nodded, a whimpered sound that might have been agreement. “Put two fingers inside yourself. Show me how you like to be filled up.”

She drove two fingers from her free hand inside, pumping them between her legs and pressing on her front wall. A shiver jolted through her, and Sebastian growled a command for her to do it again. Her thighs began to quiver. She was so close.So close.

“You’re going to let me play with your pussy any time I want, aren’t you, baby? In the middle of the goddamn grocery store, if I want to pinch that little clit, you’ll spread your legs and say please. Isn’t that right, wife?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her abdominal muscles shaking.Oh God, was she actually going to come just from her fingers and his filthy words?

“I’ll make it so fucking good for you, wildflower. Let you bounce on my cock while I take my fucking conference calls. Finger your pretty pussy while you’re teaching your pottery classes. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to make you come.”

“Sebastian please!”

“Fucking come, Sabrina,” he commanded.

And she did. Fireworks shooting down her spine, a searing heat behind her clit radiating outward as she curled in on herself. Her clit pulsed beneath her fingers as her hips drove up into her hand, her mouth open on a silent scream. Sebastian grunted as he furiously stroked his fist over his length, and then his cock somehow grew longer, thicker, and white ropes of cum spurted over his hand. He fell forward, bracing himselfon one hand as his other continued to pump himself until every last drop had been expended.

When at last it was over, he took hold of the back of her neck and pulled her to him, crashing their mouths together in a kiss that was more teeth than lips. Dropping back onto his heels, he dragged a hand over his jaw and met her eyes, the icy blue a mere ring around his blown pupils. He took her hand, the one that had been inside her, and sucked her fingers into his mouth, scraping them clean with his tongue and teeth. But it was the open-mouthed kiss he pressed to her palm that eviscerated her, made her want to gather him into her arms and whisper all her secrets.

“You still want that new deal?” he asked.

“Yes! Of course.”

How could he possibly think she wouldn’t after he’d painted all those obscene images with his words? She wanted all of it, things she’d never considered before, things she couldn’t imagine doing with anyone else.

He nodded once, tucking himself back into his pants as he climbed off the bed and made for the en suite. “Here’s to enjoying it while it lasts then.”

While it lasts.

Oh, God. What did I do?

Chapter Nineteen

Labor Day in Aster Bay meant two things: the carnival set up shop on the Town Common, and Jamie and Ethan threw a huge barbeque at Nuthatch Vineyard for their families and friends. This was the first year since they were in college that Baz wasn’t standing next to the grill giving Jamie shit while he cooked corn and burgers. What Baz wouldn’t give to be having a beer with the guys instead of listening to one of Richard’s work associates drone on about the failure of the local Historic District Commission to enforce the restrictions on acceptable signage colors.

Except if he had stayed in Aster Bay this weekend, he and Sabrina might never have given in to the sexual tension between them. He might never have seen her come apart on her own fingers while he said filthy, depraved things to her, things that made her face flush and her eyes go liquid. He certainly wouldn’t have woken with her tucked against his chest. He wouldn’t have agreed to be fuck buddies with his wife.

Despite his cock’s adamant declarations to the contrary, he knew this was a terrible idea. As he tried to feign interest in the conversation about which shade of blue was most acceptable for restaurant signage, his eyes kept seeking Sabrina out. A flash of red hair across the lawn, a whiff of her wildflower scenton the breeze. But who could blame him? She was by far the most beautiful woman at this party—and not merely because he’d had the pleasure of seeing her naked the night before.

Well, notcompletelynaked. Christ, they’d never even undressed. They were doing this all out of order.

What does that matter? It’s not a real marriage. It’s just sex. And health insurance. And pretending to be in love.

Which was really for the better, if Baz was honest with himself. After all, what did he know about being in love? He’d already made the mistake of thinking one Page woman was in love with him, and he saw no reason to revisit that particular brand of humiliation a second time around with her sister. It was just fucking and a convenient arrangement, making lemonade from lemons or whatever that saying was.

But then Sabrina caught his eye from across the lawn where she stood, alone for the first time all day, and her lips curved up in the smallest of smiles. He excused himself from the dullest conversation known to man and strode across the manicured grounds of her parents’ home.

“Hi,” he said, his eyes drinking her in. She wore a white dress in some kind of slippery, smooth material that hugged her curves and fell slightly above her knees. Bright red wedges the same shade she’d painted her lips and her ever-present gold chains disappearing into the neckline of her dress completed the look. Her hair fell around her shoulders in perfect waves that he knew she’d spent nearly an hour perfecting in the mirror of the guest room en suite.

“Hi,” she said back, amusement tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Having fun?” He must have made a face, because she giggled, dipping her head as though she’d hide her smile from him. “I hear Marty has very strong opinions about signage colors. Maybe we should invite him to give a talk to the Merchants’ Association.”

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