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“Mr. Chambers, I am so sorry to keep you waiting. There was not much here in your file on what you were looking for.” Her sultry voice that has lived in my mind for the last six months washes over me.
I turn around slowly to face her. Her emerald eyes widen, and she lets out a breathy gasp. Fuck me. I trail my eyes down her whole body, and I have to suppress a groan with her curves in her blue dress. It highlights her figure and is tight in all the right places, making her creamy white skin glow. Images of her riding me in my apartment flash through my mind like a projector, and I have to remain calm, or I will throw her down on this conference table and fucking remind her who she belongs too.
“Aria.” I smirk.
She clears her throat. “Hi, Jameson.” Aria does her best to keep her voice calm, but it comes out breathy and sexy.
Jordan’s eyes bounce between us. “Wait, you two know each other?”
Aria is about to speak, and I cut her off. “We do, in more ways than one. Aria, here, is mywife.”
I see out of the corner of my eye that her assistant’s eyes widen at my statement. But I’m still locked on to my wife standing in front of me. She looks even more sexy today than our night together six months ago. Her skirt is hugging her curves in the right places, and I remember them vividly. How I traced every inch with my tongue and fingers. The way she would cry out in pleasure when I would make her come. I move my eyes up to gaze at her breasts. I sucked and bit as they bounced in my face with her riding my dick, calling out for Diablo.
Her assistant turns and winks at me while licking his lips. But the only one I want sucking my dick is my wife…Aria. She will too.
“No problem, Aria.” He leaves the conference room and shuts the door.
Aria takes a moment and gestures for me to sit across from her, but I go for the seat next to hers. She is not going to get away from me…again.
She sits a little straighter in her chair, trying to regain her composure. She already let her mask fall when her eyes met mine the moment she walked into this room and realized that I was her new client.
Shuffling her papers around, Aria asks, “So, Mr. Chambers. What are you looking for in a space exactly? Are you wanting a lot of square footage? Something downtown? What areyouwanting to set up here in Seattle?” She peers up at me.
I see she is going to pretend that I did not just call her my wife in front of her assistant. So, this is the way we are going to play it then. I guess I will need to up my game and remind her who she married too.
Grinning at her, I lick my lips as my eyes trail up and down her body. I lean in closer to her. “I am open for any space you have to show me. You know what kind of business I run.” I pull her chair closer to mine, and she lets out a squeak. “My reason for being here in Seattle is to spend time with my wife and get to know her. In many,manyways.”
Letting out a breathy gasp, and she closes her eyes. I know she must be picturing all the ways I pleased and owned her body that night. It is on an automatic playlist in my mind.
She opens her eyes slowly. “Jameson…How did we get married? I was not that drunk. I remember leaving the club and going to your place. Was there a middle part? Did you drug me?”
I am trying to keep my anger locked up because I would never drug a woman or anyone. That is not in my nature. But I smile at her, as I take my finger and glide it down her left arm, stopping at where her tattoo is and tracing my finger around it.
I keep my eyes locked on hers. “We were walking down the strip after we exited the club, heading to my apartment. Along the way, there is a small little white chapel of sorts. It is known for its many weddings since it is in Vegas.” I keep my fingers moving lightly on her wrist, drawing circles around her tattoo. “That night in particular, there was a sign out front that said, “Have the full Vegas Special”. You said that it cannot be real as no one in their right mind would get married in Vegas, let alone to a stranger. So, I did what any man who is obsessed with the woman they are with. I dared you.” I grab her hand and trace her left ring finger. “You went along with it because you were sure this was not real.” I lick my lips and lean in and whisper in her ear. “It was very real, Aria. You are my wife.”
If she was drunk, I would have never agreed to do it. Seeing Aria truly does not remember sends a sharp pain through my chest where my heart is. I have only ever had that feeling once before many years ago. I want Aria and I want to make this work.
She pulls out of my grasp and her eyes widen at the admission I just shared. “You’re fucking kidding with me right now, Jameson. There is no way that was legal.”
I grab her chair forcefully toward me. I need her close. I need to touch her.
“Oh, it is very legal, Angel. I came to Seattle foryou. For this marriage, I plan on keeping my vows, Aria. Through thick and thin. You are my wife.”
Running her hand through her blonde bob, she raises her voice. “Jameson, how in the world can we make this work? I don’t remember getting married. We live thousands of miles apart. And now you are my client, which is a huge conflict of interest. Jesus, do you see what a mess this all is? Do you even want to be married? You seem like the kind of man who does not do committed relationships. Plus, I just got out of a shitty marriage.” she rants. “I don’t want to be married.”
Running my hand gently up her leg, I can feel her body react to my touch with her breaking out into little goosebumps and her breathing increases. “Well,wife, I plan on making you come right now, in this room because I have missed your sounds when I make you come and your taste.”
Aria tries to pull my hand away from her leg, I let out a deep chuckle at her trying to push me off. I grab onto both of her hands with one and I trail my fingers up her leg farther and push them apart. “Jameson…this is not a good idea. We can’t be doing this.” She whimpers.
Ignoring her, I keep rubbing my fingertip over the outer layer of her lace underwear, I can feel how wet she already is.
I lean in and whisper in her ear. “You are soaked for me, my Angel.” I nip her ear and she lets out a sultry moan. “Now, you need to be quiet, we do not want your co-workers knowing that your new client is making you come in the conference room. If you make another sound, I will stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I smirk I lick her neck and bite as I push her underwear to the side. I forcefully push my two fingers in with my thumb running over her clit. Aria throws her head back but not making a sound. I can feel that she is getting wetter as I pump my fingers in and out of her.
In between licking, sucking, and biting down her neck, I say, “You are my wife, Aria. I plan on making this marriage work because I want you. I want this mouthwatering body. I want your mind. I want it all. Say it. Say you want it. Say you want this marriage, or I stop right now.”
