Page 48 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

She thrust her bottom up in the air, and I pushed the head of my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I cried out as she convulsed,drawing my cock in even further. I thrust into her, my fingers digging into the pliant, supple flesh covering her sweetly curved hips.

Our mutual cries of passion echoed out over the waves. The sunlight felt good on our bare skin, and I had never felt so free and energized during sex in my entire life.

Later, we cuddled in my cabin, her naked form draped over me. I was surprised at how good it felt to have her with me, in mind and spirit as well as body.

All I had to do to get there was to stop trying to get her. I started to think, the wheels in my mind turning like crazy.

What if the only way for things to get even better was to let her go?

One way or another, our marriage had to end.

Chapter 18

Amanda

The golden beams of sunshine splashed across the kitchen table and my back as I perched on the counter. I held a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a half-eaten everything bagel in the other.

“How’s your bagel?” Evan asked from nearby. He sat in the chair adjacent to the counter.

“Oh, it’s quite good. How’s yours?”

He gave me a smoldering look. “It’s palatable enough, but I prefer what I had to eat when we first woke up.”

A thrill tickled down my spine. I uncrossed my legs slowly and recrossed them, flashing my pussy in the process. I wore only one of his old shirts.

“Well, you could always have more of that for dessert, you know.”

He reached up and put his soft palm on my bare thigh. He stroked his hand up and sent chills down my spine.

“I’d love nothing more than to do just that. But I’ve got to head out for the shareholder’s meeting in less than four minutes.”

He checked his phone and grunted.

“Make that two and a half.”

He devoured the rest of his bagel. I stared at my own and set iton the plate with a sigh. My coffee cup joined the bagel as I slid down to put my bare feet on the floor.

He noticed my sigh and turned a puzzled gaze my way. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “I think I’m supposed to ask you that question, Evan.”

His eyes narrowed to slits. “What’s that supposed to mean, exactly?”

“It means you’ve been acting funny all morning. Ever since the great start we had, you’ve been growing more and more distant.”

I could see the wheels turning in his eyes. For a long moment, I thought maybe I’d pushed him too far, and he was going to shut down or even leave the table. He could have just walked out the door for his oh-so-important-meeting.

Instead, his stoic mask slipped off of his handsome face. An all too human look of fear and regret crossed his features instead.

“Okay,” he said, heaving a long sigh. “All right. I’ll just come out and say it. This…”

He gestured between the two of us.

“You and me, this is all new to me.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of new for me, too.”

“No, you don’t understand and.” He shook his head, eyes growing dark. “I just… I’m not explaining this very well, am I?”

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