Page 15 of Shaw

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SHAW

“Jesus fucking Christ. It’s ridiculous.” I exhale, scanning the foyer that’s big enough to be a ballroom.

“I know, right?” Emi agrees with deflated shoulders.

“I mean, I’ve seen some pretty elaborate homes. Hell, I’m worth a fortune, but seriously, Emi. This is ridiculous.” I wave my hand around the entrance, struggling to take in what appears to be gold door frames. I shake my head in disapproval.How fucking absurd.

Spinning on my heels to face her, I take her in. She’s biting into her bottom lip, and I want to tug it from her mouth and suck it into mine while hearing those needy whimpers rumble inside her that haunt my dreams on replay.

“Are you okay?” She searches my face.

I snap out of my thoughts. “Huh?”

“You’re staring at me and zoned out.” She flaps her hand in front of me, emphasizing how crazy I must be acting right now.

How the fuck do I tell her I zoned out imagining sucking on her lips without sounding like a complete weirdo?

“I’m in shock.”At how gorgeous you are and how much I need you.

Her eyes widen and her shoulders drop. “I’m sorry.”

I shake my head. “Stop apologizing. Like you said previously, we are both to blame for our situation.” My eyes trail down to her bump, and I long to touch it. To feel our baby inside her.Does the baby move?

“Should we take our bags upstairs?” She crooks her thumb toward the gold-spindled staircase, and I scoff at the flamboyance of it.

“Sure.” I move to pick up the two bags before she does.

I guess, at some point, I will have to move more of my things over here from the apartment.Or do I keep the apartment in case something goes wrong?

Emi follows me as we make our way upstairs. As we approach the landing, the huge bow on a double door gives no room for guessing which one is the master suite.

“The housekeeper probably did it.” Emi huffs and shoves past me to rip the bow off the doors and throws them open.

A ginormous bed fills the center of the room. Decorated in soft golds and creams, the room looks expensive, even at first glance. I step inside and place the bags down.

My feet sink into the plush carpet, and if I wasn’t so pissed at my current situation, I’m sure I’d be able to appreciate the glamour of it all.

“The bathroom is through there and the walk-in wardrobe over there.” Emi points out as she opens each door and pokes her head inside. She unclips her veil and places it on the dresser, then she flicks off her heels with a moan that hits me square in the balls, making them ache with need and my cock swell with hunger.

“Do you mind unzipping my dress for me?” She brushes her hair to one side, exposing the bare flesh of her shoulder and the zipper that starts at the top of her spine and stops at the top of her luscious ass.

I clear my throat and step forward. “Sure.”

“I was so relieved to get those shoes off. I dread to think what I’ll be like in another few months.”

My hand finds her hip to hold her in place as the other finds her zipper. Painstakingly slowly, I drag the zipper down while my fingers graze over the softness of her skin. My veins pump with a need to throw her on the bed and fuck her.

With Emi, I have a primal urge to fuck her senseless, to mark her soft, delicate skin and make it my own. I’ve never felt so uncontrollable around a woman, and I can’t decide whether I like it or not. The reward is like nothing I’ve had before, yet the punishment is just as bad. It makes me want to punish her for it. For the position we’re in.

I grind my teeth as my rock-hard cock rubs against the waistband of my tux pants, and I watch in fascination as her skin breaks out in goose bumps against the mere touch of my fingers.

“We don’t have to do anything,” I whisper against her ear. I say one thing, but I sure as hell think the other. “Just because we’re married, we don’t have to—”

“Fuck?” She finishes my sentence and turns to face me.

I scrub a hand through my hair, take a step back, and exhale. “Right. We don’t have to fuck.”But I want to, so bad.

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