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“I love you, too, Mr. Reynolds,” she says. “I feel the same way. This feels like the best dream I’ve ever had.”
“We are wide awake. Let’s go home. Do this reception, and then I’m taking you to bed, and I’m not letting you out for a week.”
“Is that a threat?” she asks.
“A promise.”
A promise I will have no trouble keeping.
ChapterFour
Miriam
One Week Later
My husband kept his filthy promise of keeping me in bed. We explored so many things together. Oh goodness. The fact that I can still blush over it is insane. He took me in so many ways, all over the house, really. We spent another day with his family before they all had to go home, but I’m glad we got to know each other.
We left our bed just long enough to eat and shower together for the entire time, but now it’s back to the real world. I’m still lying in bed, but Paul has gone to work. I pull myself out of the cozy bed we’ve thoroughly ruined. I get dressed in a navy sundress and strip the bed. After starting some laundry, I make Paul and me some lunch. I want to surprise him at the office. I have to meet the construction workers at the diner in about an hour to get an estimate on the few things that need to be upgraded.
Our house is about two miles from Main Street; therefore, I am glad that I took driving lessons and got my license. Paul drove his cruiser to the office this morning, so he’s letting me use his brand new, barely used black Ford F-150 to get around town. I set the picnic basket in the passenger seat and take off.
A few minutes later, I arrive at the sheriff’s station and park in front of it. I grab the basket and walk into the police station. The front area never has anyone in it because Paul is the only sheriff on staff right now. All calls, which aren’t many, come to him as well. So I know he’ll be in his office.
I walk back toward his office and hear high-pitched, annoying laughter coming from his office. I freeze at the door, stunned by what I see. A tiny, beautiful blonde is sitting on the edge of his desk. To be fair, he’s nowhere near his desk, standing on the opposite side of the room. Suddenly the woman hops off of his desk and makes a beeline for him. When she touches him, I gasp. All at once, two sets of eyes are on me. Her eyes are full of laughter, his are full of… something like anger? Dear God, please let it be toward the woman who thought she could touch him and not at me for interrupting whatever the heck that was. At this moment, I can only do one of two things: one, I can drop the basket and run away, or two, I can face this head-on. Unfortunately, I am a coward. I can’t help the tears that fill my eyes as I drop the basket and turn and run. I am out the door and down the sidewalk heading toward the diner before I hear him call for me. I start to run faster, ignoring him. He’s faster, though. He catches my arm as I pull the door to the diner open. There’s no one inside, and it’s dark. He all but shoves me inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. From the sunlight shining in, I can see he’s pissed off.
How dare he be the pissed-off one while I sob like a little girl.
“What the hell is the matter with you, sweet girl?” he asks.
“Me? What’s the matter with you? Letting that… harlot touch you.”
“Jenny?” he asks, laughing.
“Oh, she has a name?” I blurt out. Of course, she has a name. What’s wrong with me? Is this jealousy? “And don’t you dare laugh at me Paul Reynolds.” I can’t stand the thought of him being with another woman. It would actually kill me. Now that I’ve known him, loved him, and been loved by him, there’s no way I can go through this life without him. None.
“I’m not laughing at you, baby, but I promise you, you don’t need to cry over this. Jenny is Greyson Picard’s cousin from Charleston. She applied for the receptionist job I placed an ad for.”
“Why was she touching you?” I ask sullenly. I hate the thought that someone else touched him. He’s mine.
“She shook my hand, baby. She wasn’t touching me.”
“It definitely looked like she was stroking you, but Imayhave overreacted. I am just not used to seeing unmarried men and women touching in any way. I didn’t like it. I’m afraid I’m territorial over you. I’m sorry.”
“There is no need to apologize. I would feel the same way if some man touched you, ever if he was just shaking your hand,” he says, wiping the tears from my face with his thumbs. “Don’t cry my love.”
“You would feel the same way?” I ask, licking my lips.
“Fuck yes, Miri. You’re mine. One week ago today, you gave yourself to me, and I gave myself to you. We belong to one another eternally. In the future, I won’t allow any woman to touch me in any way.”
“I know I’m yours, but not shaking hands with someone is unrealistic.”
“It doesn’t matter. I will do whatever I have to ensure you are comfortable. You will be the only woman I touch in any way from now on, and by God, I plan on doing so much of that; you will be bred in no time.” Yes. I want this man’s babies more than anything.
“Oh, Pauley,” I manage to say before his lips are on mine. He coaxes my mouth open with his tongue. He tastes like coffee and toothpaste. I can’t get enough of him. I’ll never get enough of him. I never believed in soul mates until I met him. I thank God each night that Lloyd brought us together.
I feel his hard cock press into my belly as we kiss. Instinctively, I reach for it, feeling him through his jeans. He groans but doesn’t stop my hands or kissing me.
I pull away from his kiss reluctantly, but then I drop to my knees in front of him. I haven’t done this yet, but I want to. I want to taste him like he tastes me.
