Page 118 of Not A Whisper

I grin. “Sounds like fun. Love you!”

“Love you too!”

I hang up, place my laptop on the coffee table, then tilt my head upward for Jason to capture my mouth. He does so happily. It’s a swift kiss yet my head swims a little as he breaks it.

“What are you doing home? Don’t you have class?” I ask him.

Jason shrugs. “Teachers are letting students out early to get a head start studying this weekend for the midterms. I just came up to grab something. Grant and I are picking up our tuxes for tomorrow’s fundraiser from the dry cleaners.”

“Is it too late to say I’ve decided to go?”

Jason’s eyes brighten with joy.

“Yeah?” At my nod, he flops down beside me and kisses meagain. When he pulls away this time, I find him beaming at me. “It’s going to be absolutelymiserable.Good thing we’ll be able to keep each other company.” He tilts his head curiously. “Did I hear you say something about a sonogram, by the way?”

I grin. “You’re going to be an uncle. Pianna’s pregnant.”

Jason’s answering grin is so wide I think it might split his face. “Fuck yes! That’s awesome for her. We’ll send them a ton of baby gifts.”

Unable to keep my hands off him, I twist in my seat and throw a leg over his lap so that I can straddle him. The amusement that sparkles in Jason’s eyes shifts. I shiver at the hunger that stares back at me as his hands land on my hips. I’m not sure if it’s my answering hunger, the relief of no longer keeping my secret marriage from Pianna, or what, but the next words out of my mouth startle both of us.

“Maybe one day, we can bestow upon them the gift of a niece or nephew.”

Jason’s brows fly upward as his whole body stiffens. And I meanallof him. His erection nudges me between my legs through the fabric of our clothes.

“Fuck, dollie,” he groans, his face twisting in pain. “You have to warn a man before saying things like that. Under the right conditions, I could go into a breeding frenzy.” He moans as his hands slide up my back to pull me down into a kiss. He eats up my giggle as I open my mouth to invite him to deepen it.

Jason does so at once. As our tongues clash and war, my hands slide under and up his shirt. The heat of his body is almost scalding hot to the touch. Tilting my pelvis, I grind against his solid length and shiver hard as pleasure crackles up my spine.

The heavy groan that reverberates deep down inside of Jason bubbles up. His hands leave my back to grab the hem ofmy shirt and pull it up. We break the kiss only so he can yank it off. Our lips crash together again. My hips grind harder. Tension coils between my legs and breathing becomes hard. Without having to look, his hands make quick work unlatching my bra. My nipples, already hardened, stiffen more in the cool air.

When Jason’s hands come up to grab my breasts, his thumbs tease each peak. I groan into his mouth. Jason responds by repeating the motion. Then, he starts to tweak and roll them between his fingers. I break away from his mouth to gasp.

“Fuck, you’re a sight for sore eyes, doll,” Jason groans.

He leans forward and dives headfirst between my breasts. My laughter is cut off, however, when he pulls back and clamps his lips around my left nipple. His other hand slides down my soft stomach and dives into my leggings. There, his fingers slide through the arousal that’s dampened my panties. As he circles my clit, I roll into his touch and whimper as he applies pressure.

Oh god. I can’t seem to catch my breath. A hard shiver rushes through me, one that Jason definitely wouldn’t have missed.

As his tongue teases my nipple, mimicking the motions of his fingers between my legs, the apartment door opens again.

I turn my head toward the door, only halfway paying attention to the interruption. The coiling tension between my legs has most of it. Grant strolls in looking annoyed only to freeze when he catches sight of us.

My smile is mirrored, the annoyance on his face disappearing at once as he shuts the door behind him.

He glances at Jason who doesn’t even bother looking up. “You were supposed to come up to grab the dry cleaner’s ticket, Jay.”

Jason hums, pulling away from one nipple to turn his attention to the other.

“Our wife seduced me.Youtry fighting off her advances. It’s impossible.” With that, he latches on to my neglected nipple.

Nervous butterflies take flight in my stomach as I bear down onto Jason’s hand. His thumb continues to tease my clit, but two fingers sink deep inside of me. They curl and massage my pussy walls. My breath catches as my body clamps down around him, urging him on.

It’s not enough to completely distract me, however, from my new title and role.

Wife. I’m awife. It’s been hard to wrap my head around, but I’ve somehow come to terms with it. But just because I’m ok with it doesn’t mean it’s any less thrilling or nerve wracking.

“That’s not how this happened,” I object with a gasp as Jason’s fingers sink deeper into me. “We were talking about,” I gulp as the mounting pleasure starts to grow too intense to fend off. “Pianna’s pregnancy… and…”

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