Page 22 of The Greek Billionaire's Email Bride

Is this really it, God?

It had been so long since she had last prayed to Him, and only now did she realize it was because she had grown impatient. She had lost all hope of her life ever changing, of finding true love. And so she had convinced herself that God was too busy for her.

Until now.

Until this.

The day she signed up to be Colin's email bride, she had done so with the thought that their marriage came with an expiration date. But this time, it suddenly felt as if she was about to burst, and her whole being filled by what she was named for.

She suddenly had hope.

From God.

And that was the best hope there was or could ever be.

Hope was lost in the book she was reading when Colin startled her out of her thoughts as he swept her off the couch and carried her to his desk.

"What are you doing?"

"Something I've been thinking about since we came here." Colin stepped between her legs, the intimate position causing Hope to swallow hard.

"If you don't want this, now's the chance to tell me."

Hope knew that was exactly what she should do. This was his place of work. This was still a public place. And what about security cameras—

His gaze turned knowing. "No one will see us."

How was that possible when—oh!

A clap of his hands, and the lights in his room went out, and she even heard the doors automatically lock itself.

"Colin!"Wasn't that as good as telling his security department what they intended to do?

"Yes or no?"

He fitted his body closely against her as he spoke, and the throbbing evidence of his desire was her undoing.

"Y-Yes—"

She wasn't given a chance to say anything else. Everything was happening too fast, with her husband clearing his desk with one sweep as he made her lie back. Her entire bodyachedwith anticipation as she listened to him unzip herself. She could feel herself growing wet, and her fingers gripped the edges of his desk. But no matter her ardent efforts to prepare herself for a sensual onslaught—

Aaaah!

It still wasn't enough, the masterful strength of his first thrust more than enough to make her see stars. Her lips parted, his name just about to spill past her lips—

"This is Garth from Security."

—when someone suddenly knocked on his door.

"Anyone there?"

Her husband covered her mouth even as he continued with his thrusts. His security officer was still standing outside the door, and the thrill and fear of possibly getting caught made her more sensitive. Desire was starting to make her head spin, and she had the craziest urge to moan. How was it possible that she could feel him thrusting deeper inside of her without making a sound?

She needed, oh she needed—

Outside, they heard the security officer turn away, his footsteps fading just as everything became too much, and she couldn't bear it any longer.

She needed to let go, and so she did.

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