Page 61 of The Body Checker

I carry her into the bedroom, and there’s a bottle of champagne chilling and a tray of strawberries. Rose petals have been spread across the bed.

“Jonah, did you arrange for all this?”

“Yeah,” I say, and set her down. “Do you like it?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

I grin at her, wanting to give her the damn world if I could. “Champagne?”

“Please.”

She reaches around me, her body touching mine, teasing me viciously, as she grabs a strawberry and pops it into her mouth. “Mmm,” she says, and my dick swells.

“Into strawberries, are you?” I ask.

“Mmm,” she moans again as I pour the champagne and hand her a glass. We clink glasses and both take a sip. Her eyes go wide.

“This is so good.”

I set my glass down and grab a strawberry. I run it over her lips then slide it into her mouth. “Just so you know, I’m into strawberries, too.”

“Oh, really. Exactly how are you into them?”

“Why don’t you undress for me, and I’ll show you.”

She smiles at me, and I step back, my eyes on her body. She takes another sip of champagne, runs her tongue over her bottom lip and sets her drink down. Her hand goes to the buttons lining her sundress, and she slowly, painfully, begins to release them.

“You’re killing me, Quinn.”

She tugs her bottom lip with her teeth. “I know.”

I fold my arms. “Keep it up and I’ll tear that dress off you.”

Her chest heaves. “But this is one of my favorite dresses. It’s not replaceable.”

“Then you better hurry the fuck up.”

Her fingers work faster, and once they’re all undone, she shrugs from the dress. Fireworks go off inside my brain when she stands before me in a sexy white lace bra and matching panties.

“Did you wear these under your wedding dress?” I ask. She nods. “You wore them for me, then?”

“Yes.”

“You’re pretty good to me, Quinn,” I say, and reach over my head to tug off my shirt. Her eyes go to my chest and she makes that sexy moan again. Fuck, man, I love the way she looks at me. “Like what you see, wife?”

Her head snaps up. “Jonah, don’t call me that.”

I step into her, capture her chin with my hand, and my lips come down over hers. I kiss her. Hard. Letting her know how hungry I am for her, what she means to me. I break the kiss and we’re both breathless, gasping for breath.

“We just exchanged vows. Pretend or not, you’re my wife, and I’m going to fuck you on this bed, consummate this marriage…okay?”

“Okay, husband,” she says, and my chest puffs up as her hands snake out, pop the button on my shorts. She releases the zipper and shoves my shorts down. Her hand goes to my hard cock, and she strokes it gently.

“Fuck that feels good.”

I put my hands on her face, push her hair back and revel in the hunger dancing in her eyes. She may have taken my name for Daisy’s sake, but there is no denying that she wants me in her bed.

If only I could convince her to want me out of it, too.

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