Marry Me Now: An Arranged Marriage Collection

I sink to my knees in front of him in the shower. There’s a nice cushioned bath mat, which makes it comfortable to kneel, and I reach for his cock. “I can’t wait to taste you,” I tell him, and he chuckles again, running his hands through my hair fondly.

“My wife is so cock-hungry. Aren’t you, kitten?”

“Starving,” I tell him, glancing up to meet his eyes as I lean in and trail my tongue along the underside of his shaft, all the way from base to tip in one long lick. I love the view from here. Him gazing down at me with hooded eyes, his hands stroking my hair as he pulls me back toward his cock again.

And the taste…

When I lean back in, I cup my mouth around the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue against him, licking and tasting. He tastes fucking incredible. Like salt and heat and smoke, the same way that he smells but more concentrated, heady in a way that goes straight to my head, even more than the hot water still cascading over us both.

He groans a little under his breath, and I love that. I love knowing what an effect I have on him.

“That’s right, wife, suck my cock,” he murmurs, and draws me closer toward him.

I part my lips, obedient, and let his cock slide along my tongue. As he inches deeper, I slide my hands around the backs of his thighs and then up to grip his ass. Damn. He has a seriously tight ass. Sculpted and perfect beneath my hands. I tighten my grip on him and it helps to balance and brace myself when he thrusts a little deeper into my mouth, his cock sliding to the back of my tongue.

My body tenses for a second, as my gag reflex threatens to kick in, but Luke just strokes my hair again with one hand, the other still fisted in it. “Relax, Celia. Trust me.”

So I let go. I let him have control. And this time, when he holds the back of my head and pulls me onto his cock again, there’s no shudder, no reflexive choke. The tip of his cock slides past the back of my tongue, almost hitting the back of my throat. Then he pulls back, and I suck in air, just before he thrusts back in again. This time, he does touch the back of my throat, and inches down it a little, his cock completely filling my mouth, capturing all my senses. I moan around him with pleasure and curl my tongue up against him as he pulls out to rock back in again.

He sucks in a sharp breath, and starts to move a little faster, rocking against me. “God, I love that sexy, tight little mouth of yours,” he murmurs. “Suck my cock, wife, suck it like you’re starving for it.”

I tighten my lips around him and keep my jaw loose and relaxed, my tongue curled up against him. At the same time, I keep one hand tight around his ass for support and bring the other around to play with his balls, cupping and tugging gently on them.

He groans again, and I know I’m doing something right. He starts to rock faster against me, and I let him lead, using my mouth for his pleasure. I love the way it feels. Like total surrender. I moan again, and I feel another shiver go through him.

“Fuck, Celia, you are… fucking… perfect,” he manages, his breath coming in fits now. But just before he’s about to reach his peak, he pulls back, out of my mouth, and I cry out faintly in protest. He just chuckles, watching me, as he leans down to help me back to my feet. “Oh trust me, wife, we are nowhere near done yet.”

The heat surges back into me, especially when he grabs my body to pin me against the wall of the shower. He lifts one of my legs, then the other, holding me against the shower wall, the steam curling around us. I wrap both legs around his thighs, and cry out when he enters me fully, in one hard thrust.

He fucks me like that, up against the shower wall, until I scream his name with pleasure, the orgasm hitting me sooner than ever, what with how much he’s been turning me on all damn day. But he’s not finished. He carries me out of the shower, and I wind up bent over the sink, my voice echoing in the tiled bathroom as he fucks me from behind.

“Come for me, Celia,” he commands, and I can’t help but obey, screaming with pleasure as the orgasm hits me. This time I can’t form words, sentences. I’m too lost in the pleasure as he thrusts deep into me.

When he finally comes with a guttural growl that makes my belly clench in pleasure, my legs are trembling so hard I can barely keep upright, and my pussy feels sore and spent. But he takes care of me, gently toweling me off and wrapping me in one of the hotel’s soft robes, before he carries me to bed and tucks me under the covers. When he climbs in beside me, I curl into his side, and he wraps both arms around me.

I fall asleep with my head on his chest, lulled by the steady, comforting drumbeat of his heart.

9

I wake to the scent of coffee. Coffee, and something else, something delicious… Waffles?

I crack one eyelid to see Luke, still dressed in the hotel bathrobe with nothing underneath, setting up what appear to be trays of room service. I laugh under my breath, disbelieving, and move to sit up and join him. But he catches my eye and shakes his head.

“Lie back,” he commands, and I can’t help but obey. It doesn’t hurt that my limbs feel pleasantly sore, my pussy tight and used from last night. Everything throbs, but in a way that reminds me just how much pleasure we found in each other last night. How fantastic he made me feel.

I pull over some additional pillows and adjust myself so I’m sitting up against the headboard. Then Luke brings me over a tray, with a waffle on one side piled high with fruit, and on the other, a cup of coffee and an orange juice. He settles it across my lap before leaning in to kiss me softly. “I wanted to bring my wife breakfast in bed,” he tells me, still with the ever-present playful tone in his voice.

But there’s something in his eyes that tells me he’s getting more than just sexual pleasure out of this. He’s actually enjoying this, spoiling me. For whatever reason, I can’t quite fathom.

Still, I’m not about to complain. I pick up the coffee, smiling at him over the brim, and then hesitate, glancing at it with a slight frown. “Oh. Is there milk in this?” I’m judging by the coffee’s paler-than-black color.

But Luke just grins, anticipating my hesitation. “You don’t do lactose, right? I got you almond milk instead.”

I blink in surprise. Yes, I know Luke’s coffee order off by heart. But I’m the office assistant, and I normally wind up doing the coffee runs for everyone. I didn’t realize he remembered my order too. Or why I drink almond milk normally. I smile and nod. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He winks. “Anything for my wife.” He picks up a tray of his own, and settles himself onto the foot of the bed, across from me.

“I didn’t know you’d remember my coffee order,” I add, after a moment of hesitation.

He laughs. “Why not? You’ve got mine memorized.”

“I know, but…” My cheeks flush. I shake my head, losing my nerve. “Never mind.”

When I look up again, I find him watching me more intently, that strange expression back in his eyes. “You know, Celia, I remember a lot of things about you.”

“Oh?” I arch one eyebrow, smiling. “Like what, for example?”

“Like that you have two younger siblings, who both live up in Seattle now. You grew up in the Bay Area before you moved down here. Your parents are retired and live in San Diego. Your mom used to work in the forest services, and your father was a chef.”

My eyebrows rise higher than ever.

But he isn’t finished yet. He curls one leg under himself and starts to gesture with his fork like he’s conducting a PowerPoint presentation about me, getting into it. “You used to have a cat named Buttons, but you developed allergies, so you gave him to your sister. You miss having pets but you want to wait to get a dog until you, and I quote, “have the little white picket fenced house to go with one,” and you look so goddamn cute when you blush and smile like that,” he adds, winking at me again.

I burst into laughter. Mostly to hide the stupidly happy smile that’s burgeoning on my face. “Luke…”

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He shifts closer to me on the bed. His blue eyes are so close I feel like I could trip into them at any second, fall into his gaze and forget the rest of the world. “I remember a lot about you, Celia. More than you think.” His gaze drops to my lips, as he tilts a fraction of a foot closer. I mirror him, until our noses are almost touching. “You’re the kind of woman who makes me want to pay attention.”

“Oh?” I can feel his breath on my lips, and I’m sure he feels mine on his. I bend a little closer, so my lips brush against his as I speak. “Why is that, exactly? Just because I’m irresistible?”

“Exactly.” He grins, and then he kisses me, and fireworks explode in my belly, curling outward toward my fingers and toes, until every nerve ending feels electric. When we break apart once more, he smiles at me, softer this time. “And, because I’m the best husband ever,” he adds, and I laugh again as he leans back over to pick up his fork once more.

We eat for a few minutes, me watching him out of the corners of my eyes and pretending to look away whenever he catches me. He shifts topics, talking about the day ahead of us, the spa we should check out in the hotel and the sunset drinks he’s planned for us later. All the while, I can’t shake his voice from my mind. You’re the kind of woman who makes me want to pay attention.

All this time we’ve been working together, all the time that I’ve been secretly crushing on him and writing fanfics about an imaginary dream I never thought could happen in real life… Has he been doing the same? Has he been thinking about me like that too?