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His eyes meet mine again. “For the bed?”

“No. For cherishing me.”

“There won’t be a day in our lives that I don’t cherish you.”

He scoops me into his arms and as he carries me out of the kitchen, I ask, “Where are we going?”

“To christen our new bed.”

36

Kristen

I always imagined what it would feel like to be the woman who got to sleep next to Bradford every night. To be the last person he saw before he closed his eyes. I never spent any time imagining what it would be like to be the woman who woke up with him every day. I’ve now had that privilege three mornings in a row and it has to be said that I love it even more than going to sleep with him each night.

Just after five-thirty Tuesday morning, he spoons me, cups my breast, nuzzles my neck, and murmurs, “How did you sleep?”

I sink into his embrace. “Not great, but better than Sunday night. How about you?”

“About the same.” He kisses a slow trail along my shoulder. “I should have cleared my entire week to spend with you.”

I smile, beginning to wake up fully thanks to the way he’s touching me. “A honeymoon in bed?”

“We haven’t discussed a honeymoon. Where do you want to go?”

“You don’t have time for a honeymoon right now.”

“I don’t think you have any idea of just what I would make time for, Kristen.”

This is officially my favorite way to wake up.

“Let’s get through this scandal and then talk about a honeymoon.”

His teeth graze my skin. “What are your plans for today?”

“I thought I’d visit my husband at his work and make him fuck me on his desk.”

“Fuck,” he rasps, taking hold of my cheek so he can angle my face to his and kiss me. He unleashes thousands of my butterflies when he says, “If Jane refuses to let you ruin my schedule, tell her she’s fired. You come before everyone on my calendar.”

“My only plans for today are to pack some more of my belongings and go and see my mother,” I say as Bradford starts kissing his way down my neck.

He stops what he’s doing. “Do you want me to go with you?”

I smile. Always my protector. “No, but I love you for offering. I do think, though, that I really may need to call you and take up some of your time after I see her.”

I went to bed last night feeling confused about everything. Hurt and disappointed. This morning, I’m angry and I need to get that anger out of me. I have no idea what my mother is thinking, but if I know her as well as I think I do, she’s busy doing all that smoothing she does. My mother is an expert at polishing the facade of her life, making it as shiny as she can for the world. It’s a skill that has been passed down from generation to generation, one I learned, but one I’ve chosen to unlearn. I’m breaking the cycle and that starts today. It’s time for me and Mom to have the realest conversation we’ve ever had.

“Call me or come and see me,” Bradford says. “I’m in and out of the office today for meetings so just check with me first to see where I am.”

I curl my fingers tightly around his arm. “Thank you.”

He slides a leg over mine and goes back to teasing me with his lips. “I had a filthy dream about you last night.”

Holy God, I change my mind. My favorite way to wake up isnotBradford telling me he’d give up many things to make time for me; it’s him telling me, in the sexiest voice, that he had a filthy dream about me.

I bite my lip as smutty words fill my mind. Words I’ve never said to another man. “Was I sitting on your face?”

He tweaks my nipple and grinds his erection against my ass. “That dirty mouth of yours will be my downfall.” His hand glides down my body to spread my legs before making its way to my pussy. He rubs my clit, groaning when I arch my back and press myself against his dick. “You were on your knees with your wrists in restraints while you gave me a handjob. It was so fucking hot watching you stroke my dick while your wrists were bound. After that, you demanded I blindfold you and fuck you for hours.” He pushes a finger inside me. “You begged for it to be rough.”

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