Bought For Marriage

He bent his head low to whisper in my ear, “You’re too damn beautiful. I’ve had to glare down at least half a dozen men since we walked in the door because they were checking out my wife.”

I shivered at the thread of possession in his tone. For a guy who’d been adamant about there being no strong emotions between us, he was sending me mixed signals. They were messing with my head because they made me think there was the possibility of more between us.

He didn’t leave my side all night, making sure I was included in the conversation at dinner and even going as far as to walk me to the restroom when I needed to go. If his parents had been present, I would have understood that he was keeping up the act for them. But without that excuse, I could only hope that it was a sign he was as confused about what was happening between us as I was.

“Dance with me?” he asked when the band started up.

“I’d love to.” I placed my hand in his, and we moved onto the dance floor.

“You look a little tired. I thought you were going to take a nap today while I was in the office?”

“I did,” I sighed. “But the trip must have kicked my butt more than I realized, because I was still tired when I woke up to get ready for tonight.”

His fingers toyed with the ends of my hair. “It should get easier with each trip we take. After a while, you’ll be used to it and you’ll barely notice the time change.”

“How long did it take you?”

He looked up at the ceiling like he was thinking about his answer. Then he broke into a big grin as he answered, “Years.”

“Then I guess only time will tell if I adjust as quickly to your business trips as you did,” I laughed.

He pulled me in closer as we swayed to the music. “Time is something we have plenty of.”

Butterflies swirled in my belly at how sure he sounded about our future together. I laid my cheek against his chest and held on tight until the song ended. When I stepped back, I brushed against someone behind me and turned, startled to find a handsome blond stranger standing so close.

“I was hoping to claim the next dance,” he said, blue eyes locked on my face.

Sullivan’s arm went around my waist. He threaded his fingers with mine and lifted my left hand to show the man the four-carat diamond ring he’d surprised me with during our wedding. “You’re too late. I’ve already claimed them all.”

“Ah, sorry. My apologies,” the man muttered before turning on his heel to stalk away.

“Like I said earlier,” Sullivan growled as he tucked me into his side and led me to the exit. “You’re too damn beautiful.”

I laughed at his possessive display, earning me a dark glower as he practically dragged me to the waiting limousine. But my laughter dried up in my throat when the door shut behind us and the car pulled away from the curb. Strong fingers hiked the skirt of my dress up, and Sullivan lifted me onto his lap. Then he ripped my panties from my body and yanked the zipper of his pants down.

“You drive me so fucking crazy. Before you, I had control. But with you? I have none,” he growled. “Sex in the back of a limo isn’t my style. But here I am, yet again, so desperate to have you that I can’t wait until we get home.”

My hands grabbed at his shoulders for balance as he lined his cock up and pulled me down on his hard length. It felt different from the other times we’d had sex. It was somehow more intimate as the world passed us by while we were locked together in a passionate embrace.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment all day and night,” he groaned. “And it’s finally here. This is my reward for working so hard: my wife’s tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”

I sucked in a deep breath at his admission, stunned to hear that he thought of me that way. Then all thoughts scattered when he slid his finger between my butt cheeks. “Someday soon, this’ll be my reward instead.”

I gasped, my face filling with heat as he reminded me that I’d agreed to anal sex before we’d even met. I thought maybe he’d forgotten that part of the contract, but apparently not.

“Don’t freeze up, baby. I promise I’ll make it good for you when I get in there,” he murmured in my ear, sliding his hand between our bodies and circling his thumb over my throbbing clit.

My walls fluttered around him, and I moaned, “Feels so good.”

I kissed him as I rocked my hips, his thumb working my clit as his hard length dragged in and out of my tight clutch. His other hand was at my hip, guiding my movements as I began to lose control.