Marx Girl

He puts his pointer under my chin to bring my face up to his. “I can’t live without you.”

A broad, goofy smile crosses my face, and I want to swing my arms with glee.

I raise my eyebrow. “Are you saying that I’m a cranky, dehydrated, edible, snoring, wimpy, lifesaver?” I whisper.

He laughs out loud and shakes his head. “Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

He puts his hand on my behind and pulls me towards him, and we kiss softly. “Who I happen to love,” he whispers.

“Oh, God, get a room,” the girl behind us moans.

Ben bites his bottom lip as he smiles cheekily down at me. I turn around and throw the stupid bitch a dirty look. Don’t interrupt my moment, you mole.

Not today.

I will cut you.

I wake with a smile on my face, and roll onto my side toward him.

I’m floating…high above the clouds.

Drunk on love.

Ben is naked and on his back. Still sleeping. I get up and make some coffee and go to the bathroom. I grab my phone and go back to bed to read.

“Good morning, angel,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me.

I kiss his lips softly. “How did my man sleep?”

“Like a log.” He smiles with his eyes closed. “You?”

“Not like a log.” I smirk. “More like a branch.”

He chuckles.

I run my hand up over his broad shoulders, up to his neck as I watch him.

He licks his lips, as if contemplating something.

“What is it?” I smile.

“We have a ball on tonight.”

I frown. “A ball?”

“At the White House.” He rolls onto his back and pulls my body half over his. “A lot of important people will be there who I need to see. I can try and find out some information about those two agents and their whereabouts.”

I listen with my head on his chest.

“Will you come with me?”

I look up at him and smile. “You asking me on a date?”

He slides his hand down over my behind and squeezes. “Maybe, but there’s a catch.”

“A catch?”

He licks his bottom lip and hesitates.

“Spit it out.” I smile.

“You have to pretend to be my wife.”

I frown. “What?”

“I’m only allowed to tell my spouse about my work. It’s policy.”

I watch him for a moment. “So, you’ve never told another woman who you really are?”

He shakes his head softly. “Only women I meet through work know what I do.”

I lie back and put my hands behind my head, internally thrilled that I know him better than anyone else. “Then I suppose I can pretend to be your wife for one night,” I reply, acting bored.

He smiles and rolls on top of me, between my legs. He lifts his body so that his hard length slides up onto my stomach.

“How long have we been married?” I ask.

“Two months.” He pushes forward, and I close my eyes as he connects with my clitoris.

“Hmm, that feels good.” I smile. “Where did we get married?”

“In a registry office.”

I frown and pull back to look at his face. “What? Why did we get married in a registry office?”

His face falls a little before he quickly recovers. “Because my family couldn’t come to the wedding,” he replies.

Oh… shit. What a dick thing for me to ask.

I kiss him softly on his big, beautiful lips, and I smile softly. “A registry office sounds perfect.”

He climbs out of bed and goes over to the shelves in his room. He opens a small wooden box and takes something out of it. He’s completely naked and I smile as I watch him—the epitome of male perfection. Large, muscular, in control, and he’s all mine. I am one lucky bitch.

He comes back and sits on the side of the bed. “You’ll need to wear this.” He holds up a ring. I frown and he takes my hand, sliding the gold band onto my ring finger.

I raise my eyebrows. “What’s this ring?” I ask as I study it. It’s old and beautiful.

“It’s my mother’s wedding ring.”

My face falls and I shake my head. “Oh, Ben. I can’t wear this.” I go to take it off. “It’s too special. You need to save this for your real wife.”

He holds it on my finger. “I want you to wear it.” His eyes search mine as if he wants to say something more, but he stays silent.

I stare at the ring on my finger.

“It’s just one night; you can take it off tomorrow,” he replies as he drops his head, clearly trying to play it cool.

I smile softly as I stare at his precious ring. “If I put this ring on, I’m probably never going to take it off.”

Our eyes lock.

“Who said I wanted you to?” he whispers.

Happiness flows through me, and I kiss him as he crawls back to his position over me. “I love it and I love you.” I smile against his lips.