Page 69 of Marry Me, Right Now

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DINNER

I had thought Mia was rather shy and reserved. But when she wanted to show a guy a good time, she certainly went all out. I was still shocked at how much I wanted her, and was so relieved that she was the one who brought up having a fling while we were here.

It was fascinating how proud I felt every time I noticed another man was staring at her. Mia was mine. My wife. My partner. Even if was only for a year, and there were a lot of things we had to figure out along the way, for now at least, she was all mine.

Throughout dinner she was giving me her saucy little smile. Finally I couldn’t resist asking. “You’re in a fabulous mood. What are you thinking about?”

She took a tiny bite of her steak and shook her head.

“You know I’ll tease it out of you.”

Mia pursed her lips as if she were pretending to be angry, but just looked even cuter.

“Okay, fine. You’re thinking about something naughty.” The faint blush

that instantly stained her cheeks told me that I was correct. “You’re thinking about what I’m going to do to you as soon as we’re back in our room.”

She immediately looked out the window across the ocean. I gave her foot a tap under the table. “Fine then. Just sit there being obvious. Don’t be mad that I can read you like a book.”

Mia grinned at me, tilting her head, spilling her hair across the very slightly tanned skin of her shoulder. “You just think you know everything, don’t you?”

“Not everything. And for the record, I haven’t quite decided what to do with you.”

She raised an eyebrow, sipping her wine, waiting. Her engagement ring shone in the light, and I noticed the woman at the next table look surprised, then impressed.

“You’re likely tired, after all the sun today, and running around. We should likely just watch a movie.”

Her attempt to look severely angry dissolved into giggles.

“See? You’re overtired,” I said. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll have some wine sent up to the room, and we’ll just watch a light comedy.”

“No.” It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. “Vodka coolers, junk food, and an action movie.”

“Whatever you like, my darling wife.” From the way her lips curled into a little grin, I knew what she was thinking. “I know, I know... just keep saying that.”

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THAT NIGHT

The moment we stepped into our hotel room, we both kicked our shoes off, then turned to stare at each other. Jacob was so damn sexy, seeming completely calm, as if he had no idea how much I needed him to take me hard, fast, now.

Then suddenly we were tearing each other’s clothes off, kissing, clutching, losing our minds together. He slipped my dress over my head and I reached for his belt, until we were naked, and darted for the bed.

As we crawled in, I was surprised that Jacob turned us so that we were spooning, with him behind me. But then his hand gripped my hip bone and roughly yanked me back against him, taking my breath away. His fingers wandered along my skin, then between my legs, stroking along my tender flesh while I leaned back, rubbing my back against his firm chest.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he breathed into my ear, and I felt myself vibrating from the inside out with an overload of pure desire.

It was odd not being face to face, but when his throbbing shaft slipped between my legs, then slowly slid inside me just a little, I moaned with desire as he pulled me tight. The way he gripped me, moved me, took hold of me so confidently was driving me wild. I was so excited that I must have been wet already, as he glided inside me in just a few strong thrusts.

“Oh, Jacob,” I gasped, turning over my shoulder to kiss him. The arm gripping me tightly from underneath reached up so that his hand could grip my breast. His other hand tightened on my hip bone as he plunged deeper. My body was so relaxed on my side like this. Completely free.

He raised my top leg, pulling it back over his hip so that I was even more open for him to caress me everywhere. I was losing my mind, reaching behind me to grab his ass. His fingers were digging into the top of my inner thigh. He gripped my breast so tightly it would likely leave bruises.

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