Page 20 of Square Deal

Marriage was nothing more than two roommates, legally bound to tolerate each other. As a bonus, they got to file their taxes together. Good for them.

I wasn’trings and vows. I was kinky sex and hot dates.

No way could I cross the line and let myself fuck Hell Yes Ma’am again—especially since I was stuck under her roof for God knows how long. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun.

I thought for sure that she would have loosened up after I fucked her ‘till kingdom come. But not even twelve hours later, Hannah was back to her usual, uptight self.

I snooped around her diligently organized closet. Everything was arranged by garment type, color, and season. Hannah could probably get dressed blindfolded and come out looking like a storefront mannequin.

Unlike the living room, there was a TV in her room. I sat downon her bed and grabbed the remote, curious as to what a soulless automaton considered entertainment.

Apparently, she got off on re-watchingThe Officean obscene number of times because there was practically nothing else in her Netflix queue. I had just made it through Dwight trapping a bat over Meredith’s head when I heard the front door open and close.

“Isaac?” Hannah called out. I heard the click of her heels as she walked up the wood stairs.

I didn’t bother turning off the TV or closing the bedside table drawer where she kept her unmentionable toys.

I crossed one ankle over the other and laced my fingers behind my head as I relaxed on the pile of pillows that cascaded neatly from the tufted oatmeal-colored headboard.

“What on God’s green earth are you doing in here?” she shouted as she flung open the door.

I shrugged. “Binge-watchingThe Office.What else would I be doing in here?”

She immediately spotted the open drawer. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth gaped open like a fish. “You didn’t?—”

“Nah, I didn’t use your assortment of dicks. Not my kink,” I said casually. Turning my head slowly, I looked her up and down and chuckled. “But your little collection got me thinking, and now I have plenty of ideas stored in my mental spank bank.” I smirked and looked her dead in the eye. “I like the idea of seeing you sprawled out on this big ass bed of yours, getting yourself off.”

Hannah reached over and slammed the drawer shut, but the motion set off one of the toys. Her cheeks turned cherry red, and I keeled over laughing.

She yanked the drawer open and fished out the vibrating dildo. Her slender hand wrapped around the silicone shaft.

Before she could turn it off, I leaned back on my elbows, tipped my knees open, and grinned. “Damn, I like the look of that.”

I wasn’t shitting her. It was sexy as hell. Even the blush on her cheeks was a fucking turn-on.

“You gonna give me a show, Princess?”

Daggers shot out of her eyes as she turned the vibrating dildo off and put it back in the drawer—slowly closing it this time. “I thought you didn’t do the same girl twice,” she sneered, fastening her armor of snark and haughty derision.

I adjusted myself right in front of her.

Of course, I had a hard-on.She was in the room, wasn’t she? Hell, I’d been fighting an erection practically every time she made her presence known leading up to the wedding yesterday.

She wasn’t showing any skin that wouldn’t be appropriate for church, but that’s what made her so damn sexy. Legs for days shaped by those tight pencil skirts she fancied.

She looked like a fuckable secretary.

“I don’t,” I clarified. “Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the view.”

“You’re a pig,” she snapped.

“You didn’t seem to mind that when I got you off four times last night.”

“Get out.”

I raised my eyebrows. “What? No comeback? That’s the best you can do?” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Gotta say, I’m a little disappointed in you, Hell Yes Ma’am.”

“Don’t call me that,” she hissed. Her eyes went from hateful to downright deadly.

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