Mr. & Mrs.: An Arranged Marriage Romance

Her breath hitches and her lips move across my jaw, licking at the stubble. “I missed you too, Jordan.” The husky sound of her voice is like the day we met. I’m trapped in her vice.

Picking her up, her thighs wrap around my hips as I carry her to my desk. My motions are jerky and frenzied, but I don’t care. I don’t think she does either as she lifts her dress and reveals that she has nothing on underneath.

“God. Damn,” I snarl, dropping into my chair in front of her. Completely nude on my desk, her once pretty dress in a jumbled pile on the floor at my feet.

Where did this bold goddess come from?

“Please, baby,” she whines, running her fingers gingerly up her thigh as she spreads her legs.

In a flash, I’m on my feet again, only taking the time to unbuckle my belt and drop my pants. “I’ll love you properly tonight.” She smirks at my loss of control.

There’s no foreplay. No preparation to make sure she’s ready. I can smell her honey, so I know she wants this every bit as much as I do. I know she’s ready for me.

Running my cock along the length of her perfectly shaved, wet pussy, I push ever so slowly into her. Our gazes remain glued to where my body is dominating hers as our pelvises meet in union.

Simultaneously, we groan as our bodies dissolve into a single unit. The heat from her pulsing core propels my dick out of control with lust. “Fuck, you’re like molten lava.” My girl giggles.

“And you’re like solid granite. I feel you everywhere. Your skin is so smooth. The veins are pulsing, and I can feel it. When you twitch, I feel it.” She smiles shyly. “I feel you, Jordan.”

Fucking love this woman. Pushing her body to lay flat on my, thankfully, empty desk, I tower over her. “Hang on, baby.”

She wraps her legs around my calves and won’t let go. She does exactly as I say and hangs the fuck on as I ride her into oblivion.

Sweaty, hot, sticky, and rutting like a damn bull, I follow Megan into sated bliss as we climb over the edge together. Her screams fill the room as my harsh moans are buried in her neck.

When she finally stops vibrating in my arms, I pull back to look at her. “You’re my heaven, Mag-pie.”

“And you’re my serenity, Jordan.”

“Christ, woman.” Leaning forward I kiss her gently, loving the feel of her softness below my hard edges. I’ll never get enough of her.

Helping her up, I know we should get ready to go, but there’s just one more obstacle to be dealt with. Picking up the phone to connect with my new assistant, he answers on the first ring. “Yes, Mr. Maxwell?” His immediate response pleases me.

“Wyatt, send Roger Dolan to HR immediately. Tell him he’s being fired. His constant gambling has compromised his position in this company, and we can no longer trust his judgment.” Megan’s eyes widen.

“Yes, sir. If he kicks up a fuss?” He doesn’t stutter at my command. I like it.

“If he puts up a fight, tell him I’ll have a lawsuit slapped on him first thing in the morning. If he leaves quietly, he’ll be paid handsomely to never return.”

“Anything else?”

“Megan is off limits. There will be no future contact initiated by Roger or his wife, ever.” Tears hover in my love’s eyes, swarmed with relief.

“You’ll never hear his name again, sir.” Wyatt hangs up, and my wife is in my arms sobbing.

“Hey now, what’s this for?”

“I love you, Jordan. I know it’s too soon, and we still have so much to learn about each other, but I honestly don’t think I could love you any more than I do right now.” Her words are rushed like she’s afraid if she doesn’t get them out fast enough, they’ll get stuck.

Smoothing the hair back from her face, I look her in the eye. “I’ve loved you from the moment you tried to scare me off. There isn’t a single thing in this world I wouldn’t do for you, Megan.”

Megan

Having Jordan with me as we wait for my OB-GYN is like a dream. He has far exceeded anything I would have ever thought I’d get from a man. Especially one that I married for the sake of parents that constantly berated me.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs in my ear, resting his hand on my knee.

“I can’t help it.” I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It could be due to Jordan being here or because this is my first OB appointment. My family doctor recommended her, and now I’m terrified there could be problems. “What if there’s something wrong? What if I screwed this up already? Oh crap. Crap, crap, crap.” Holding my head in my hands, panic consumes me.