The Marriage Dare

“Yeah,” I say, nodding even though she can’t see me. “We signed the papers today.”

“I wish you would have waited. It’s way easier to spin a love story when you have something to look forward to.”

I laughed. “Spin all you like. Frame it like this: we met up again after not seeing each other in a decade. We fell head over heels in love, and we didn’t want to wait to get married for the sake of the wedding. But we’ll be planning one so that we can celebrate with all our family and friends.”

“And by ‘all our family and friends,’ I hope you don’t mean her father.”

I finish off the last of my drink. “I doubt it,” I say, “but I’ll have to check with her.”

“Please, Daniel. I’m serious. There are some things that spin won’t fix, and this is one of them. I can separate her from him in the media. I can make it a different thing. But if he’s at the wedding that’s a psychic link between her and her father that I will never be able to break. Got it?”

“Yeah,” I say. “I’ll talk to her.”

“And you’re going to have to tell me the real story,” she says.

I shake my head. “That is the official story.”

Rose sighs again. “You know better than this. I can’t protect you fully if I don’t know the whole story. And the NDA we’ve got will literally bury my soul under a ton of rubble if I break it. So stop pussy-footing around and tell me the story.”

I do, though I’m not happy about it. I do lessen a few of the details of the rift between Monica and me, but for the most part, I’m honest. Especially about the part where neither of us expected it to go this well or this fast. Thankfully, she’s all business.

“Okay. Good. I think I can work with this, but while I’ve got you on the phone, I want to review some media requests—some for this and some not—and see if you want to do them.”

“Sure.”

Just then I hear the door behind me open, and I turn on the couch to see Monica coming out of the bedroom. She’s not wearing a stitch of clothing, and fuck, if looking at her isn’t the best thing in the world. It hasn’t been that long, but she must have woken up and found me missing. She still looks sleepy and peaceful, and I smile at her as Rose starts listing off the first media pitch.

I think that Monica is going to come and sit with me on the couch, but I’m wrong. Instead, she comes and stands in front of me, and without any prompting, sinks to her knees. My cock goes instantly hard. Impossibly hard, given that I’ve already come twice today.

When I wanted to humiliate her, I wanted her like this. I wanted her to feel what it was like to be beneath someone else so thoroughly. Now I don’t need that, but seeing her kneel in front of me is hot as fuck.

And she doesn’t waste time either, pulling at the waistband of my pants until I lift my ass and let her pull them off me. She strokes my cock up and down, making it jump and jerk because it’s already so hard and ready. When she takes me into her mouth, I have to clench my jaw so I don’t moan into the phone. But I can barely think, barely breathe.

God, she’s so good at this, and when she sinks down so my cock slips into her throat, I almost come right then. “Rose,” I say. “Can I actually call you back?” I don’t wait to hear her answer before I hang up. “Fuck, Princess.”

She grins, batting her eyelashes at me. “Am I being a good wife?”

“The best wife,” I tell her. “I think I can reward you.”

“Oh?” Her eyes are sparkling. “How?”

I lift her off her knees and pull her onto the couch. “Trust me.” She squeals but doesn’t protest. “What are you doing?”

Leaning over her, I part her legs, and lick her pussy from top to bottom. God, I could live off that taste. The sweetest desert there is. “Only one catch,” I tell her, pulling away.

“What’s that?” Her eyes are already glassy with pleasure.

I fit my cock to her lips and push into her mouth, and she takes me eagerly. “Don’t stop sucking my cock. Not even when I make you come.”

She sucks me hard, and I have to close my eyes for a moment. I’m going to have just as much trouble concentrating as she is. I know that. I lean back over her pussy and lap at the wetness there. I love how quickly she becomes aroused for me. The idea of fucking her mouth didn’t turn her off in the slightest. I am a lucky man.