Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Brennan choked on a bite of his rare steak. Wolfe caught my eye, smirking.
“And you, Tiernan?” The president splayed his fingers over the pristine white tablecloth. “How’s married life treating you?”
“I’ve had worse ventures.”
“What a glowing endorsement.” Keaton grinned. “You know, it’s not all bad once one yields to their emotions.”
Lila had her back to me when I smiled, moving a hand over her magnificent hair. “Oh, I’m not one for pesky feelings. My wife is, at the best of times, a harmless hobby.”
Chiara’s fork clanked across her plate noisily.
Her chair scraped across the floor.
Vello reached for her shoulder, signaling her to stay put. She sat back, sending him a death glare.
I wondered when she’d pull the trigger and finally poison him.
I hoped it was tonight. The birthday dinner could use some entertainment.
More food rushed to the dining table. Everyone was in a festive mood. Not me, though. I was laser-focused on Lila, who was still dry-humping me to oblivion. Determined not to let her have the last laugh, I pretended not to care, eating, drinking, and carrying on a dull conversation with Sam, Achilles, and Keaton.
The issue started when Lila found a rhythm that teased my length and crown just enough to mimic fucking to put me on the fast lane to a climax.
It was the way she rubbed her hips together over my cock that made it impossible not to come in my pants. My jaw flexed as I painfully bit down on a groan.
Precum gathered at my tip, and heat shot through my cock. Fuck.
“Excuse me.” I lifted my wife gently, placing her in my seat.
I strolled to the bathroom, the image of an unruffled prick. I bypassed the cabana near the dining room, choosing the bathroom on the other end of the first floor. I was about to slam the door behind me and tear my mickey off into the toilet when a small hand flattened against it.
My wife.
She smiled cheerfully. “Enjoying dinner?”
I yanked her inside and locked the door behind us, then descended upon her mouth like it was water in a desert. She pulled away, looking me square in the eye.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that until you promise me two things.”
I would promise her the president’s balls for dessert to get a kiss at this point.
Still, I didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Only stepped back serenely, showing her that I could—and indeed would—resist her. “It’s cute when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like you have power in this marriage.”
Any other woman would hurl sharp objects at me at this point. Not Lila. She learned the game. And, although she was dealt a modest hand, she still made the most out of it.
“Don’t let your ego stand in the way of a good orgasm, Tiernan.”
I was going to indulge this nonsense, because she was the one who gave me shit.
“What are your terms?”
“One—never use sex as a weapon against me,” she signed. “You don’t have to always touch me, but if you do, don’t leave me hanging intentionally. It’s disgusting and immature.”
I was getting schooled by an eighteen-year-old. One who handed me my own ass tonight and taught me a lesson.
Worst part was, I wanted to be my teacher’s pet.
“Acceptable,” I said laconically. “What’s your other demand?”
“Always tell me your plans. Where you’re going. Who you’re with.”
This posed more of an issue, since I sometimes visited high-risk places. I didn’t want her anywhere near them.
But I wasn’t ready for this thing between us to end.
Whatever it was.
“Fine,” I rasped.
She nodded, satisfied, and then, like a rabid badger, flung herself on me, planting wild kisses all over my face until she realized I was perfectly still. I waited. She stepped back. Glared at me with the prideful hurt only a gorgeous woman experiencing her first rejection could feel. Poor Lila.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve some demands of my own.”
“Okay.”
People probably speculated what we were doing away from the table, and it wasn’t playing chess with Vello’s bugged pieces.
“Never blue ball me again.”
She nodded.
“And never, ever go anywhere I’m at unless it’s a place you know is safe for you—Fermanagh’s, your parents’, your brothers’, etcetera.”
“So you could cheat on me?” She frowned at me furiously.
I almost laughed. Unfortunately, I had no spare energy to muster since all my blood was in my cock right now.
I ate the distance between us in half a step, lifting her face up to mine. “Tell me you’re jealous, and I promise I’ll never touch another woman again. It would be the first time I keep my word, but for you, I’ll do it.” My gaze dropped to her pouty, pink lips.
I hadn’t touched anyone. Not since that night with Becky. But I needed her to admit I wasn’t the only one going crazy here.
She tipped her chin up, examining me through hooded eyes.
“You make me jealous.” Her throat worked around a swallow. “You make me so sick with jealousy I can barely even stand it when you speak to other people. I’m jealous of the clothes you wear. Of the soap you use. Of the air you breathe. I hate so much that I like you. But the truth is…I do.”