Page 7 of Rim Job

The words leave my mouth in a flood as if saying them faster makes it easier to admit.

It doesn’t.

I lower my head again.

How can I look at him knowing what we did?

He cheated on his wife, and I’m still drooling over him.

Jesus, I can’t help it, though.

I’ve never been with a man that looks like him. Even if I can’t remember it, I still feel him all over my body. All. Over.

“You didn’t seem to think it was a mistake last night, my love. If I recall correctly, you were quite ravenous, dare I say, insatiable. You nearly fucked your poor husband into a coma.”

“I would have never slept with you had I been able to comprehend that you are married.”

Hold on. What did he just say?

“Wait.” I bring my hand up to pinch the bridge of my nose. Surely, I'm hung over and just heard him wrong. “Did you just say your husband? As in my husband? We are married!” I shriek loudly at him, as I stare him down. My body trembles.

I got married?

No, no way! No fucking way!

My stomach knots, and everything I drank last night threatens to come back up. He props himself up on one elbow while the rest of his body remains gracefully draped along the bed. His cock twitches, and my eyes immediately go there.

Damn it.

“Yes, dear, your husband.” He wiggles his fingers, that silver band glinting on his ring finger, taunting me.

“We got married? Why would we get married?” I shout as I pace. I don’t remember shit. Nothing.

What the fuck have I done?

“I don’t even remember meeting you! Why would we get married? Why? I never lose control. Damn it. Is this real? Did we really do this? I don’t even know your name. Why the hell would I marry you?”

I pace faster, wringing my hands, and my nerves start to get the better of me. I can’t believe this. It is totally unlike me to be this reckless with my life.

“You seemed pretty keen on it at the time. You knew my name last night. You screamed it quite often. I definitely didn’t hear any complaints while we consummated our union.”

I stop pacing and turn to him. The bastard is smiling. Smiling. I want to rip those beautiful eyes out of that beautiful face.

“I didn’t even know my own name last night. How in the fuck could you think I was in any shape to agree to marrying a stranger?”

“I’d hardly call us strangers, sweetheart. My tongue has touched every inch of your body. If you can’t recall who I am, I’ll just have to remind you.”

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CHRISTINA

His words send fire licking through my blood. He smiles the most sinister, devious tilt of the lips I’ve ever seen, and he turns to get out of the bed. Damn him, he’s sexy. My husband is sexy.

Husband.

Husband.

Mother fucker.

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