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“Or we can make our bedroom dates more frequent,” I suggested. Her cheeks turned crimson and a blush spread down her neck. Fuck, I loved riling her up, so I continued, “I’ll need your panties to wrap around my cock and jerk off next time. Unless you’d like to volunteer.”
She sighed and stood up. “This doesn’t change the fact that this marriage is not real. Let’s not get too crazy. We are just satisfying our… impulses… needs…” She cleared her throat. “Something.”
Then she left me on my knees, watching her walk away in that sheer white pregnancy lingerie.
“This is real, Wife,” I murmured softly, wishing she’d acknowledge this attraction between us. It was there from the moment we met. I knew it. She knew it but refused to admit it.
This marriage would be forever.
Until death do us part.
ChapterThirty-Two
MARGARET
My nightmare was replaced with something else. Something hotter.
After I escaped temptation in the form of my husband, I wandered back to my bed on wobbly legs, my thighs clenching with need.
I’d like to think I was slowly dilating in preparation for my upcoming birth since I was a little over a month away from full term but I knew better.
The truth was that I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. Years of circling each other had led us here. In the same penthouse. Married. Not quite in the same bed -- yet.
I’d started to think it was only a matter of time.
That night, the last thought before I fell asleep was of Luca in the shower. In the bed. Even in that Vegas hotel room. The masked man from Vegas whispered raspy words as he thrust in and out of me, calling memia bella.
I stood naked in front of him in nothing but silk panties and cherry red pumps. His dick twitched, filling the front of his pants in what had to be painful proportions.
Jesus, he had to be huge.
My nipples tightened, aching for his touch.
My chest rose and fell. My soft breaths were the only sound filling the air. Still, I kept my eyes on his, determined to see every inch of him. I just wished the stupid masks weren’t in the way.
He watched me with reverence. Something resembling possession passed his expression, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Your turn,” I breathed, releasing a shuddering breath.
I watched as he shed the suit jacket, then unbuttoned his black dress shirt, and all the while my eyes were zeroed in on his dick. While he removed the shirt, then his shoes, socks, and pants, I started to kick off my heels so that I could shimmy out of my panties.
We were doing this. And I couldn’t wait.
“The masks stay on,” I murmured as he hooked his strong fingers to pull down his boxers.
“Your heels stay on,” he demanded, his voice hoarse. Our eyes locked. My pulse raced. His voice made me ache, soaking my panties. I nodded, and he discarded his boxers.
Frozen, I stared at his cock. He was big, but it wasn’t that which had my heart fluttering widely.
“W-what’s that?” I asked, my tongue sweeping over my bottom lip.
He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked it once. I could feel the blush staining my cheeks, though I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or lust causing it.
By the ache throbbing between my thighs, it was definitely lust.
“This?” he asked, sweeping his thumb over the tip of his cock. “It’s a piercing.”
Heat shot straight to my core and I took a big gulp of air, trying to steady my reaction.
