Page 40 of Rim Job

He runs his hand through his thick, wavy hair. His tongue slides out, just barely brushing his bottom lip before he smiles.

Damn it, he’s so hot.

“Preferably without clothes, wife.”

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

“Rim, I’m serious.”

“So am I, Christina.” His voice holds a low growly tone, which wraps around my name, making my toes curl in my heels.

He moves toward me, closing the distance. I inhale a quick breath, drinking in another dose of his intoxicating scent, fortifying myself for what’s about to come. If he wants to do this, I’m in. No reservations this time. No over-thinking. Rules be damned. I can’t fight this attraction anymore. I want to repeat what happened on our wedding night. I want to know what inspired me to mark his ass with my name. If what happened on the jet is any indication, it had to be amazing. I can totally keep this casual. I look into his deep, beautiful, sparkling sky-blue eyes. I could just stare into those eyes for a lifetime.

“Christina, would you have dinner with me tonight?”

Well, shit.

That’s not what I was anticipating. I was expecting to have my clothes ripped from body, my hair pulled, maybe a spanking because after all, I am a bad, bad girl. But he doesn’t do that. He asks me to dinner.

Dinner? Are we already that old married couple? The passion has already left our marriage? It’s over before it has even begun?

Awesome.

I’m as good with love as I am at keeping plants alive. And shit, I’ve gone off and left my damn fern alone, with no one to look after it. I bet it’s a withered husk right now, sort of like my love life.

Fitting.

“Christina? Christina, did you hear me, love? Would you like to have dinner with me?”

Rim’s sexy voice snaps me from my thoughts.

“Um, yeah. Dinner. Dinner? You want to have dinner with me?”

Of course he does, you twit. He just said that. Answer the handsome man, already.

“Yes. Thank you. I would love to have dinner with you.”

I awkwardly tuck my hair behind my ear and focus on the lovely carpet I’m standing on. I’m not quite certain why I am so awkward and shy when he’s around. My cheeks heat with what I’m sure is a slight blush before I look up at him. He does that whole dimpled smile thing. Damn it, his eyes twinkle, actually freaking twinkle.

“Wonderful.” He slinks his fingers through my hair, pushing the strands further behind my ear before he moves in to whisper, “You are truly stunning, Christina. Especially when you blush.”

I giggle slightly but mostly to cover up my nerves from his proximity. His fingers lace in between mine before he pulls back to look at me.

“May I kiss you?”

His question catches me off guard.

Wasn’t I just wishing this would happen?

I start to answer but actions speak louder than words. Gathering all my confidence, I stand taller. Push the girls out a bit farther.

Thank goodness I wore my good bra.

I look him in the eyes. I’m full of female empowerment, and it feels good to take what I want. I go for it. I smash my face to his.

No really, our teeth clash from the impact.

Shit. I’m so graceful.

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