Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I look out the window instead. “We got through it. That’s all that matters.”
He’s quiet for a moment, then reaches over and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, fingers lingering. “Yeah. But I liked being your husband tonight. More than I should.”
The simple touch sends another wave of goosebumps over my skin. I swallow hard and force myself to stay still.
“Take us home, Poe.”
He starts driving, but the tension in the car doesn’t ease. It only grows with every mile, thick and unspoken, filled with everything we’re not allowed to say.
I stare out at the passing lights, heart still racing, body still humming from his touches, and wonder how much longer I can keep pretending this is just an act.
Because tonight, playing his wife felt far too real.
And the worst part is, I’m not sure I hated it.
FIFTEEN
POE
The entire drive home from the restaurant drags on like the longest twenty minutes I’ve ever endured. Fuck, the tension pouring off my shoulders is killing me.
Every streetlight that slides across Orchid’s face makes my chest tighter. That black cocktail dress has been torturing me all night, riding up just enough on her thighs when she sat down, clinging to every curve when she moved. I kept my hand on her knee under the table for most of the meal, thumb tracing slow circles against her skin, feeling the way she tried not to shiver. I wanted to slide that hand higher. I wanted to push the hem up right there in the booth and find out exactly how wet she was for me while Tammy and Mark talked about tiramisu.
Now the car is quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the sound of her breathing. She’s staring out the window like the passing trees are the most interesting thing in the world, but I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She’s just as worked up as I am.
I want her. Bad.
The second we pull into the driveway and kill the engine, the tension snaps. I don’t give either of us time to think.
I reach over, cup the back of her neck, and pull her into a kiss.
Her mouth is soft and surprised for half a second, then she makes this little sound in the back of her throat and kisses me back like she’s been starving for it too. Her lips part, tongue sliding against mine, and the taste of red wine and her is enough to make me groan. I kiss her deeper, harder, pouring every filthy thought I’ve had all night into it. My free hand slides up her thigh, pushing that dress higher until my fingers brush the edge of her panties. She’s already damp. Fuck.
When we finally break apart she’s breathless, lips swollen, eyes dark and glassy.
“I want you,” I tell her, voice rough. “Been wanting you since the first night you walked into that warehouse looking like you could kill me and fuck me at the same time. I know this is crazy. You’re the bad guy. You’re the one holding the leash. But right now I don’t give a shit. I need to taste you. Let me.”
Her breath hitches. She doesn’t say yes, but she doesn’t say no either. That’s all the permission I need.
I get out, circle the car, and open her door. The second she steps out I back her against the side of the car, kissing her again, deep and dirty. My hands slide down her body, gripping her ass, pulling her against the hard line of my cock so she can feel exactly what she does to me. She moans into my mouth, hips rolling once against me like she can’t help it.
We barely make it inside. I kick the door shut behind us and drop to my knees right there in the entryway.
“Poe—”
“Shh. Let me.” I push the dress up to her hips, hook my fingers in her black lace panties, and drag them down her legs. She steps out of them on shaky heels. I look up at her, eyes locked on hers as I spread her thighs. “You’re soaked, baby. Been wet for me all night, haven’t you?”
She bites her lip, cheeks flushed, but she does not deny it.
I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up her slit, groaning at the taste of her. Sweet and slick and perfect. “Fuck, you taste good. So fucking wet for me.”
Her hands fly to my hair, gripping tight as I lick into her again, slower this time, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips. She gasps, hips jerking. I slide one hand up the back of her thigh, holding her open while I work her with my mouth.
“Look at you,” I murmur against her, voice low and filthy. “All dressed up like a good little wife tonight, but the second we get home you spread your legs for me like a dirty girl. You want my tongue, don’t you? Want me to eat this pretty pussy until you come all over my face.”