Page 58 of Breakaway

“Ready to go home?” I start the engine and peek at Nevaeh. She’s still smiling, looking absolutely irresistible with her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and her makeup-free face.

“Your mom seems like an amazing person,” she says. “I didn’t expect to meet her like that, but…I’m glad I did.”

“I’m glad you did too.” Without giving it much thought, I reach over and take her hand. “Thank you, Malyshka.”

She threads her fingers through mine and squeezes. “Always.”

I’d be lying if I said I don’t enjoy having her hand in mine.

Openingthe door to the apartment, I let her in first. My hand is on her lower back. It’s like I haven’t been able to keep my hands to myself since the moment she got in my car. Touching her, talking to her, making her laugh. Anything to see that gorgeous smile on her face, the one I know she wears only for me.

“I have something for you,” I tell her, leaning down to her ear. “I wanted to give it to you yesterday, but I forgot because of Happy.”

“Another gift?” Nevaeh turns around, walking backward and holding my gaze.

“I wouldn’t consider it a gift.”

“Then what is it?” She arches an eyebrow, her hands on her hips, drawing my gaze to the perfect curve of her body.

“Wait for me in the living room,” I mumble and bolt to my room, quickly pulling the plastic folder from my drawer and retrieving the document.

When I’m back in the living room, I see Nevaeh sitting on the couch. Phone in hand, she types something, chewing on her bottom lip. My eyes roam over her body, her white cotton dresssticking to her like a glove and emphasizing her narrow waist, and round tits. A need forms in my lower abdomen and hardens my dick in no time.

This is a terrible idea, Roman, my inner voice warns me. I know it is, but I never have been super rational. Especially when it comes to the most stunning girl I’ve ever seen.

“Here it is,” I say, plopping down beside her and almost groaning with discomfort. Sitting with a hard-on hidden behind my fly is not pleasant at all.

Nevaeh locks her phone, puts it on the couch, and takes the paper from my hands. She reads it as I prop my head on my knuckles, watching her reaction. Lifting her eyes, she sweeps her gaze over my face, a little crease between her eyebrows.

“So it’s really official. I’m your wife now,” she mutters quietly. “How did you get our marriage certificate?”

“Made a quick stop in Vegas on my way home from Mexico.”

“How quick?” Nevaeh asks, placing the certificate on the coffee table.

“Just long enough to get the certificate and head back to the airport for my flight home.”

The room plunges into silence the second I shut my mouth. We stare at each other, the tension becoming heavier with each breath I take. My heartbeat skyrockets, and I ball my hand tighter to stop myself from reaching out to her.

“You know…” Nevaeh scoots closer to me. Her sweet scent envelops us both, and her hot breath warms my cheek. “It’s still not real, even if it’s official.”

Forgetting my better judgment, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to my lap. “What do I need to do to make it real?”

“Fuck me, for starters.” She presses her forehead to mine. “And to make itreallyreal, give me an orgasm.”

I smirk, hauling her up from the couch. “One isn’t possible without the other.”

“You’d be surprised?—”

I catch her bottom lip between my teeth, silencing her. “Not with me,” I state and head to my bedroom.

If this is a mistake, I’ll deal with it later. For now, my wife needs attention.

A lot of attention.

1 ????? ? ??????? ?????. — It’s very much like Mom.

2 ????? ? ????. — Straight to the business.

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