Page 47 of Married with Mayhem

But as Sabrina stirs, breathing out a soft sigh in her sleep while my dick automatically flexes in response, I understand that the Lenny Lombardo situation isn’t the only reason why I’m in trouble.

Really big fucking trouble.

9

SABRINA

Monte promised we’d stop and find a hotel when he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He finally hits this point in the early afternoon right outside Terre Haute, Indiana.

We’re having lunch in a sandwich shop when Monte nearly nods off into his roast beef hero. I’ve managed to sleep for a few hours, huddled up in the front seat with his blanket and pillow, but he’s running on fumes and needs a break.

I’m afraid he’ll choke on his lunch or hit his head so I place a folded sweatshirt on the table to break his fall and move to his side of the booth, cutting his hero up into smaller bite-sized pieces before he can stop me.

After that, he’s too annoyed to pass out.

It’s a stroke of luck when we locate a nearby family-friendly budget hotel that allows us to check in early. We even manage to score two connecting rooms.

“Don’t go anywhere,” Monte growls as he deposits the last of my belongings in my room, including the gas station shopping bags.

“I’ll try and quell my urge to explore Terre Haute without you,” I mutter and start pawing through my suitcase.

Monte pauses at the door connecting our two rooms. The looks he shoots me is so bleary-eyed and drained that I feel a pang of sorrow for being such a constant pain in the ass.

He’s also extremely huggable standing there in his untucked wrinkled shirt, his posture exhausted, after a long night of doing everything humanly possible to protect and care for me. Really, the man deserves to be knighted.

And I must be tired as well, which explains the sudden threat of emotional tears as I gaze at Monte Castelli. I wonder what he’d do if I ran over there, squeezed him with affection, proclaimed my gratitude, pushed my body against his and…

Never mind. This is about to veer off into a forbidden place.

“I promise I’ll stay put,” I say. “Please go and get some sleep.”

He cracks a wide yawn and raises his arm to lean against the doorframe. His forehead presses into the back of his hand and his eyes are closed. No matter how fatigued he is, the visual effect is powerfully sexy.

“We’ll be back on the road before dawn,” he murmurs, sounding so very weary and looking as if he might collapse before he reaches a bed.

Maybe he needs some help. The buttons on his shirt might be too complex to manage in his current state. Luckily, I’m not too tired to unbutton his shirt. Or unbuckle his belt. I’m sure I could deal with the zipper on his pants. Once his pants are open, they’ll be easy to roll down over his hips. If he wants to shed his boxers then I’m not afraid to assist with that task either.

I wasn’t exactly being honest the night I insisted that I didn’t want to see his dick. Monte’s dick, from what I’ve heard, is an object of legends. My inner muscles clench every time I think about what this means and how it would feel to put myself at themercy of a man of his size and monstrous strength. His stamina must be outrageous.

And if there’s a hell for people addicted to dirty fantasies at inappropriate times then that’s exactly where I’m going. I can only hope they have chocolate.

At least Monte doesn’t notice that I’m over here in the middle of a raging hormonal fit. I bet my face is red. I probably look sweaty.

He turns his head and opens one eye, gazing at me. “See you later.”

“Nighty night,” I say.

He smiles. My insides liquify. I’m never prepared to receive one of his smiles. An invisible lightning bolt burns through my core.

Monte turns and starts to close the door between our two rooms. “I’ll leave this unlocked,” he says.

“Great,” I croak and watch him retreat.

The instant the door is closed I flop on the lumpy queen-sized bed and stare at the ceiling. The sleep I cobbled together in the passenger seat of Monte’s car wasn’t really high quality, yet I’m too amped up to sleep. And I want to come.

My period is almost finished. Still, this is a chore best suited to the shower. Even if my period was completely gone, the only thing separating me from Monte is one unlocked door. What if he barges in here while I’m spread-eagled on the bed and fucking myself with a vibrator? That would be terrible.

Or would it?taunts the demonic voice inside my head.

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