The Marriage Sacrifice
“Oh, shit.”
Sage covered her mouth so he wouldn’t see her laughing. Dom’s idea of beating was pretty good, but it had also meant everything had gotten all over the place.
“This is not as easy as it sounds,” he said.
“It’s not too bad. Honest.”
“Seriously?”
He had gooey egg, butter, and sugar all over him. He’d also flung it across her kitchen and onto her floor.
“Is this any good?”
“We can make something out of it,” she said, grabbing the bowl from him before he smashed it.
Taking over, she beat without getting it all over the place. “Do you know how to clean up?” she asked.
“I can work my way around a brush.”
“You need a cloth. Get some paper towels first and wipe it all up. The trash bin is there.” She watched him get to work.
She had no choice but to press her lips together so she didn’t burst out laughing.
“You look so out of place cleaning like that.”
“I made the mess.”
“That you did, but still, it’s odd.”
“Is it the suit?”
“A little. You came here straight from work?”
“Yeah.”
He still hadn’t told her about the change in their wedding. Clearly, he wanted to say something, or didn’t he?
“I got an interesting call today.”
“You did?”
“Yes.”
“What about?”
“It was about us. From my mother.”
She noticed the slight tensing of his back.
“You did?”
“Yep. She wanted to tell me that our wedding date had been changed.”
He got to his feet with the last of the gunk cleaned up. “She did?”
“Do you know the change of date?”
He nodded.
“You’ve known for a lot longer than me, haven’t you?”
“No.”
“Before we had sex?” she asked.
“I knew then.”
“Is that what you were doing, priming me?”
“You’re throwing a lot of accusations my way.”
“You suddenly show a lot of interest in me and you don’t think I should question it?”
He pressed his fingers to his feet, and he looked annoyed. “I know I’ve not always been a great guy. I’m not your first choice, but can’t you at least just take a moment to think that I might like you? Is that so hard?”
“Like me?”
“I’m attracted to you. I like spending time with you. Why is that so hard for you to even consider?”
“We’re the complete opposite of one another.”
“And yet I’ve had more fun in the past couple of days with you than an entire month with a bunch of people who call themselves my friends.”
“That’s not my fault.”
“No. I’m not trying to put blame. Fuck! I knew you’d act like this.” He threw the paper towels into the trash.
“Act like what?”
“Like this. As if I’ve done something wrong. The only thing I’ve done wrong is trying to make this work.”
“You don’t want to marry me.”
“Yes. I. Do.”
This made Sage pause. “What?”
“I want to marry you, Sage. I want to put my ring on your finger and to make this work.”
“You’re kidding. You told me you didn’t want to marry me.”
“That was a long time ago. You were sixteen. Of course, I didn’t want to marry a kid.”
She put the bowl down. “And now what? You decide you want to, and that’s it, I’ve got to?”
“Don’t do that. You’re attracted to me. You enjoy being around me.”
“Ugh! You’re a pain in the ass. Sex is not going to make a good marriage.”
“I notice you left out how good we are together. Think about it.” He held his hand out and began to count off. “We are fucking smoking hot in bed.”
“How would we know that? We’ve done it once.”
He smirked. “Is that what this is about? You want more of me, Sage.”
“Screw you.”
He held the back of her neck as she tried to walk away. His lips crashed down on hers as he claimed her.
She tried to fight him, but there was no fight inside her. His lips were like magic, unraveling her. She moaned his name, and he bit her lip, not enough to draw blood but enough to make her pause.
He pushed her against the kitchen counter once again, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock as it pressed against her stomach.
“You feel that? I want you. I will always want you. I could bend you over this counter right now and have my way with you. Fuck you until you beg me, screaming for more. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I know I’d love to have you coming all over my cock. You’d be so dripping wet.”
He bit down on her neck before sucking on her pulse.
She couldn’t think. All thought left her. Her body was in charge, and she craved his touch, hungered for his dick. She had never been a woman controlled by her carnal needs, but with Dom, he’d done something to her.
“I’m not doing this to make our upcoming wedding easier,” he said. His voice was husky as he slid his tongue across her neck. “I’m doing it because I want to. I want to feel your pretty pussy wrapped around my dick or watch you smile as I say something funny. Why is that so hard to believe?” he asked.