Page 109 of The Proposal Pact
“I love you and it’s getting worse.” – Joseph E. Morris
The rays of early morning sunlight dance across my bare skin, waking me up from the best dream of my life.
With a content smile on my face, I start to stretch only to feel intense soreness all over my body.
I suck in a deep breath, freezing. “It wasn’t a dream,” I whisper to myself, my eyes as wide as they can get when memories of last night all slam into me at once.
Sex. I’ve had sex with my fake husband.
Lots and lots of hot sex.
I whimper, remembering how well he played with my body, the highs he gave me, the amount of times he came inside me. I stop once again, shifting my legs but don’t feel any stickinessin between them.
Did he clean me up?
He did, didn’t he?
I smile. Clover can pretend all he wants that he’s a grumpy ogre, but moments like these show me exactly the kind of man he really is. The kind of man I knew he was from the first day I’ve met him.
I’ve never felt even an ounce of what I am now. Not with anyone else. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness, our bodies moved like they knew each other for a lifetime and craved more with each second.
When that impeccable control of his finally snapped, there was no holding back.
I turn, suddenly aware that Clover is not in the bed with me, but a second later I hear the shower turn on. He must’ve just gotten up himself.
How badly is he freaking out right now?
Honestly, part of me is. A vastly different part from his, but I am. Because if I thought I was falling for the man before, this physical connection will complicate matters tenfold. Of that, I’m sure.
Yet, I can’t bring myself to regret it. None of it. Not from the day I agreed to marry him and not last night. I just need to build better barriers around my heart because I want more of him. I need more of him just as I feel he needs me.
Am I being naive right now? Maybe.
Will I crash and burn after it’s all said and done? Most likely.
But it’s a bridge I can cross later.Theè mou, I have a lot of freaking bridges to cross later.
I get up from the bed and try the door that leads to the bathroom. Unlocked. A mischievous smile curves my lips as I step inside.
Clover’s impressive back is to me as he stands under the waterfall, washing out soap from his blond hair. The soapy suds sliding down every defined and honed muscle, and over his perfect ass. My gosh, I could sink my teeth into that ass.
I could…and I will.
In a few steps, I’m sliding the glass door open. The sound snapping Clover’s attention over to me and he watches me step inside. Naked and with clear intent written in my eyes but his are wary. Ican see that he wants to stay away, he wants to fight it, even though it was him who proposed we enjoy the benefits of our marriage.
“What are you doing here?”
“Showering with my husband. You mind?” Grabbing the soap from the shelf, I lower onto my knees in front of him and start washing his body. From his feet to his thick thighs to his quickly hardening cock.
Clover’s eyes never leave mine. Not as his jaw ticks, his hands ball up and that last shred of restrain he still had, snaps.
“Little fucking menace…”
His hand wraps around my head, fisting in my hair as he tips my head up. “You came into my shower, interrupting me so I could fuck your mouth, wife?” He openly eye-fucks me now, without shame or holding back and it’s such a turn on, I feel my pussy getting wetter.
“Yes, sir.” I lick my lips.
He groans, tipping his head back before clashing his heated gaze with mine, gripping his hard cock and parting my lips with it.
