Page 76 of Desperate Desires

“What are you thinking about so loudly over there, Doc?” he said, pulling me onto his lap and kissing the corner of my mouth.

We were sitting on the floor of this enormous living room. The fireplace was roaring, but the TV was off.

Yeah, he owned this tropical island, but it was wintertime even in the Caribbean. Temperatures were in the sixties, so the fire felt nice.

“I was thinking, what happens when the threat is gone?” I asked, hating myself for the tremble in my voice.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do we get divorced, annulled? Is this marriage even legal?”

“First,” he said, taking my chin in hand and tipping my head back so I could look at him, “this is very legal. The paperwork has been filed, and we said our vows in front of witnesses right over New Jersey. We. Are. Married.”

“Okay, but what about when you come to your senses? Ono, you’re obviously rich and I swear I am not interested in your money?—”

“Second,” he continued as if I hadn’t rudely interrupted him, “No one would grant us an annulment. Not after the way you just rode my cock and sucked the life out me, Baby.”

“Oh my God,” I said, closing my eyes as my cheeks heated.

I could not believe he just said that.

“And third, I don’t believe in divorce.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re stuck with me, Doc. As for coming to my senses, what fun is there in that? Besides, you fill all my senses. Every single one of them.”

I opened and shut my mouth a few times, trying to come up with a response.

But what could I even say?

He’d managed to stun me stupid. It was the only way I could describe it.

“Come here,” he growled, turning my head and kissing me harder.

I couldn’t help myself, so I kissed him back.

What point was there in resisting when we both wanted this?

Hell, I was so hot for him. He turned me around, so I was astride his big body, and I thought I might come from the slightest touch against my clit.

My hands clutched his shoulders and Ono worked to pull the sheet I had wrapped around my body off. Then there was nothing between us.

I moaned as the heat of his skin seared me, branding me in the tempest of his desire.

God, I loved it when he touched me. And he was always touching me.

His hunger for my chubbier than average body. The burning lust I saw in his electric blue irises. The way his body was primed and hard, ready to claim mine at the slightest touch.

It was all so much. All so perfect.

But it was never enough. I needed more. I wanted more.

“What do you need? I’ll give you anything,” he said, and I felt the truth of his words down to my toes.

“Kiss me,” I moaned, opening for him like a flower in the sunshine.

Ono’s kisses were intoxicating. Like nothing I’d ever felt before.

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