Page 83 of Married with Mayhem

Sabrina nods, still clutching her laptop. She’s on the shy side right now but Sabrina can be a little spitfire when she wants to be. I’m happy she’s feeling comfortable enough with me to get more frisky. Yesterday at lunch when she put her hand on my leg, coming within an inch of my dick, I was in serious danger of creaming my pants like a teenager.

“I’m ready for bed,” she says, “so you just do what you need to do.”

The impulse to kiss her is almost too powerful to ignore. “All right.”

I can feel her staring at me while I sling my duffel bag over one shoulder and walk the short distance to the adjoining bathroom. While brushing my teeth, I debate the wisdom of jerking off to stop my balls from exploding.

Sabrina hasn’t given a green light that she’s up for anything wild tonight. No matter how much my outraged dick complains, the first move needs to come from her.

The truth is, Sabrina’s not the only one who might be a little bit jumpy. My romantic life has consisted of a long string of casual hookups with the occasional short-lived fling. Nothing anywhere near as deep and significant as what I feel for her. I can’t fuck this up.

The light is still on when I return to the room, although she’s moved her laptop to the nightstand. She’s sipping from a huge mint green water tumbler that I bought her at our first gas station stop after we ran out of New York City.

Her eyes skate over me and the straw leaves her mouth. I wait until she sets the tumbler down before I reach behind my head and slowly pull off the plain white tee I changed into for the sole purpose of enjoying the look on her face when I take it off.

And here it is. Her eyes flash with surprise, followed by hungry interest. Suddenly, all those grueling hours in the gym feel a lot more valuable. Muscles are good for more than just crushing men’s bones.

All I have left are my boxers under a loose pair of nylon shorts. I’d gladly get rid of those burdens too. All she needs to do is ask.

Sabrina shifts closer to the edge of the mattress when I climb in. Her chest rises and falls more rapidly. I bet if I put my hand on her, I’d find her heart beating as fast as a hummingbird’s.

She’s nervously playing with a section of long hair. She takes a deep breath. “Should I turn out the light?”

“Here, I’ll do it.” Before she has a chance to object, I stretch my arm past her to reach the nightstand lamp.

She’s so close. Close enough for me to smell her shampoo and feel the heat of her skin. She stays still as I flick the cord,plunging the room into darkness. I think this might be what she needs tonight, the cover of darkness.

My palm grazes her leg as I withdraw. This is a queen-sized bed so it’s not huge but there’s still plenty of room for us to sleep on opposite sides. She hasn’t suggested putting up any barriers between us so I’ll assume she doesn’t want any.

There’s a ridiculous amount of bedding layered on top of the mattress. This will surely keep guests warm in the Colorado winter but there’s no need for all this shit in summer. I immediately start peeling off covers.

“What on earth are you doing?” Sabrina says.

“Getting comfortable.” I grab a pillow and fluff it up. That’s another thing. There are about ten pillows on the bed. Sabrina can keep the rest of them if she wants.

“You sound like a dog trying to dig a hole under the fence,” she says.

I flop back on the heavily fluffed pillow. “I’m finished digging.”

She pushes some blankets back to my side. “You’ll be cold.”

“Nope. I’m not a fan of being swaddled like a Victorian prince.”

“I’m not trying to swaddle you.”

“On second thought, you’re the only one who is allowed to swaddle me. Go for it.”

A pillow smacks me lightly in the face.

I laugh. “Haven’t you learned anything? It’ll take more than that to shut me up.”

“Sounds like you just threw down the gauntlet.”

“Shut me up then, Sabrina. Or I’m claiming victory.”

“Do youwantme to hit you with the pillow again, Monte Carlo?”

“Kind of. It’s hot when you get aggressive with a pillow.”

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