Page 18 of Celebrity

Damn, if only the designer hadn’t made the suggestion.

“Fine, we’ll sleep in the bedroom,” I growled. “But don’t think for a second that I’m having sex with you.”

He ran a finger over my bottom lip. “I didn’t say anything about sex.”

I clenched my jaw, shoved past him, and went straight for my closet.

I threw off my sweater and pushed down my jeans. I rummaged through the racks, trying to figure out what to wear.

I grabbed a strapless summer dress and a light cardigan. Laying both on the chaise in the center of my closet, I reached behind me to take off my bra and quickly slipped on my dress.

As I reached for the zipper in the back of my dress, I felt Dev’s hands.

“I’ll do it. Lift your hair.” His voice was rough, making me realize he’d watched me change.

Goosebumps prickled my skin as he zipped my dress, and I almost let out a groan. The wetness pooling between my legs added to the constant throbbing I felt whenever he was around.

“Are you cold?”

“No.”

I refused to turn around. My body ached for Dev’s touch, and this little bit of familiarity made me want to beg him for more.

I took a deep breath and moved into the bathroom.

As I started to apply my lipstick, I noticed Dev standing against one of the walls, watching me with lust in his eyes. There was also a distinct bulge in his pants.

“Do you remember the last time we were in here together?”

How could I forget?

We’d come to inspect the house a month before our move-in date and ended in the master bathroom looking over the newly installed tile, and before I understood what was happening, Dev pushed me against the marble counter and had his way with me while we watched each other in the mirror.

“No.”

He smirked. “Want me to remind you?”

“No.” My cheeks heated.

He stepped behind me, pressing his hard cock against my back.

“Are you sure? Your shallow breath and flushed face tells me you remember every detail of what happened.”

God, what was he doing to me? This man turned me into a panting, soaking mess.

His hands went to the curve of my upper thighs, and he slowly bunched my dress upward. “Are you wet for me, Sami?” he crooned into my ear.

Just when his fingers grazed the edge of my thong, reality set in and I stopped him from going further.

“Dev, we can’t do this.”

His eyes held mine. The desire staring at me made me want to forget everything I was trying to do.

“Yes, we can.” His hand flexed under mine. “We’re married.”

“No sex. We can’t fuck our way out of our problems.”

A frown crossed his face, and he stepped away.

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