Page 64 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

My wife stood in front of me, but her mind was a million miles away from here. She avoided my kiss and walked down the hallway leading to the kitchen.

“What do you want for dinner? Shrimp stir-fry with brown rice?” she called.

“Did you miss what I said? We sold a unit. Let’s go out to celebrate.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay home and rest. Why don’t you call the boys to meet up for drinks? I don’t want them to blame me for keeping you from them.”

“Are you sure? I can order in and stream a few movies. Your choice. I’ll even suffer through another viewing of the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy.” That statement garnered a weak smile. “Do you want a glass of wine or something?”

She shook her head and lowered her gaze before asking the most ridiculous question in the world.

“Why did you marry me?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Fear quickened my heartbeat as I waited for the anvil to drop on my head. My greatest fear was that once my wife realized she was too good and too kind for me, she would pack her things and leave me. I ran my hand through my hair, searching for the right answer. I needed to tread lightly because I hadn’t mastered the art of tactful communication with my wife. Yet, I needed to know why she asked.

“Where is this coming from?”

“Answer the question.”

“I married you because you’re the one honest thing in my entire superficial life. I wanted to spend the rest of my life feeling this way. I love you,” I said honestly.

I tamped down the hurt when her expression didn’t show any level of appreciation for my confession. Instead, she began a rapid-fire, almost prosecutorial line of questioning. She grilled me harder than any of the top students at Georgetown Law.

“Are there any crazy ex-girlfriends that would intentionally sabotage our marriage? Any loose romantic ends?”

“No. No.” I felt the acid of red-hot anger rise in my chest. I was almost at peak-level. Not because any of this was true, but because Kandace had apparently fallen right into Celeste’s hands. Her mother had successfully planted seeds of doubt, and now I had to work overtime to make her feel that our love is real.

“My virginity had nothing to do with it?”

This was when my annoyance reached its breaking point. I shook my head impatiently. I’d never given a damn about a relationship enough to fight for it. In my former life, if a date or fuck buddy had become too demanding, it was time to move on to the next easy lay. My wife was a part of me. She was my heart and soul. I needed her like I needed air.

“Why would I take such a permanent step if I had an ulterior motive? Sweets, you were ready, but I wanted more for us. If I’d wanted to just fuck, I could have found someone willing to give me that.” My voice rose with anger and indignation. “I don’t care what she thinks. I just want you to be happy with me.” I added with a yell, “I thought we were happy!”

“We are happy!” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She opened her eyes and stared at me, softly adding an apology. “C, I’m sorry for bringing this back to you.”

The tension fell away from my body, and I took long, quick strides until I stood at her side. I took her by the hand and backed her against the countertop. Her breath hitched, and her amber pupils drank me in.

“I’m still working at being the best husband. I live in constant fear that you’ll wake up and leave me. My number one mission in life is to make you happy, and I’m fucking serious about that. When you’re sad, I feel like I’ve not done my job. And then, I devise methods of cheering you up. Unfortunately for you, pretty much all of those methods involve my dick.”

She gazed up at me expectantly, the look in her eyes a slow simmer.

“I’m sure I’ll enjoy all of your ideas,” she croaked out.

I took that statement as an invitation to step forward. My eyes followed the curves of her silhouette. She was so soft and so pretty and all mine. I cupped her chin and lay my lips on her pout. Ramming my dick into her was so cliché, but I couldn’t think of any other way to show her how I felt about her.

I reached up and slowly removed the headband, watching the mahogany tendrils fall free and frame her face. I placed the headband on the neighboring console table and moved closer to her. She widened her stance in anticipation of me slipping between her long, lean thighs.

I moved closer and took her chin in both of my hands, my thumbs gingerly rubbing over her bottom lip. The skin was so soft and smooth. She surprised me by catching my thumb in her teeth. Mischief blazed in her eyes as she wouldn’t let go. The light nip sent a shiver down my chest and straight to my cock. A dull, hungry ache grew along with my length.

My other hand lowered to her waistband. I’d had plenty of experience unhooking buttons and snaps, so I had no problem pulling down her slim khaki pants with one hand. My fingers crept down her stomach to meet the lacy edge of her panties. She gasped and released my thumb, and my fingers continued until they sank between her folds.

With her head leaning against my shoulder, I closed my eyes, sliding my finger in and out of her wet pussy, imagining that it was my fully erect and very hard cock.

“C. . . I’ll never wake up and leave you. You’re stuck with me.” The words come out wrapped in desire.

“You’re stuck with me and my cock. What do I need to do to get you and Celeste to talk?”

“Nothing. We just need time. . . to miss each other.”

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