Overnight Wife

I tighten my grip on his hand. “You’re right,” I say. “It was selfish to drag me into this…” I step closer, and his eyes find mine, pain written all over his face. It’s enough to make my chest ache, and I long to do whatever it takes to wipe that pain from his expression. “You should have let me choose for myself,” I say. “You should have told me everything so I could make my own decision. Because…” I lift his hand to my mouth and kiss the back of his knuckles softly. “I would have chosen to help you,” I murmur softly.

Something flashes in his gaze then. Hope. “You’d have done that for me?”

“I still might.” I arch an eyebrow. “If given the chance.”

I’m not sure what I expect. Whatever it is, it’s not this.

John goes down on one knee before me. My hand is still wrapped in his, and he holds up the ring I just shoved back at him. “Mara, my wife. Let me make this right, please. You know everything now. Give me a real chance to marry you, properly.” A small smile touches his lips. “Since you don’t really remember the first time, I don’t think it counts.”

My cheeks flush, and I can’t help it. I laugh a little, my gaze fixed on his.

“Mrs. Mara Walloway,” he says, and just the sound of that, of what my name could be if I say yes to this, sends a flutter of excitement through my body, into my belly. I swallow hard around a sudden lump in my throat, not sure where it even came from. “Marry me,” he whispers, and I can’t resist the smile that spreads across my face.

“Well,” I whisper, “if you insist.”

He laughs, and I tighten my grip on his hand, and he rises, pulling me against him. Our lips crash together, and I swear he tastes even better than I remember, as he reaches up to cup the back of my head, pulling me closer to him, his lips parting mine and his tongue slipping between my lips, exploring my mouth, soft and slow and searing all at once.

I shut my eyes, and I sink into his kiss. Into my husband’s arms.

11

John

I check the clock. Only five minutes have passed. I could have sworn it had been about a million hours. But time always seems to crawl at moments like this—at times when all I want to do is be with Mara again. I’ve been working overtime tonight, the same way I had to three times already this week. Normally Mara would be doing the same, and I could sneak away down to the shop to distract her from her current project… But tonight she left early, promising to meet me later for dinner.

Which leaves me all alone in this empty office with no distractions. Not until I’m able to finish this pile of work and escape, at any rate.

With effort, I tear my gaze from the clock and turn back to my computer screen. The faster I work, the faster I get to leave, and the sooner I get to see her again. To get my hands on my beautiful, sexy as hell wife.

Just the thought is enough to make my dick stir. I remember the last time she came by my office after hours. She wore that same sexy blue dress she wore to meet my parents, only this time, I didn’t let her wear it for long. I pinned her against the door almost before it had closed, and slid my hands up, pushing that dress up over her hips as my fingers toyed with the hem of her panties. I slid one finger beneath them, ran it along the edges of her pussy lips, and found her already soaking wet for me.

My dirty girl. She’s always as eager as I am, every time we reunite. It’s like neither of us can get enough, like we’re dying of thirst in the desert, and we’re each an oasis.

My cock hardens against the seam of my pants. I know I need to keep working, need to finish this and get out of here. But I can’t help the way my mind drifts. Toward thoughts of Mara last night, and the sheer nightgown she wore. The way she posed across my bed when I got out of the shower wearing only a towel.

I dropped the towel the second I saw her, and I was already getting hard. Harder still when she spread her legs and ran her hand up the inside of her creamy thigh, her fingers inching higher and higher up that sexy, soft skin of hers. She parted her legs and let me see she was naked under that nightgown. She ran her fingers along her slit, toying with herself, parting her lips, her tongue tracing the edges of her teeth as I watched.