Page 24 of Wife Project


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“Are you feeling overwhelmed?” I kiss her softly.

She kisses me back.

I lick into her mouth and make her moan.

Then she shoves at my chest. “I can’t answer you if you’re kissing me,” she protests. Then she smiles, a cute little lopsided secret smile. “I’m not exactly overwhelmed. Should I be?”

“No.” I brush my thumb over the apple of her cheek. “You surprise me at every turn. You’re so young—”

“I’m twenty-three,” she says firmly. “That’s not that young.”

“It is when you’re thirty-six.” I kiss her forehead. “And I know how old you are. I know when your birthday is. I know that you prefer Indian takeout over Chinese, but when I ask you what we should order in, you say Chinese more often than not because you know it’s my favorite. I know you dress carefully at work to not be too sexy, because you take your job seriously and it annoys you when young men hit on you, and from the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to do so much more than just try embarrassing lines. So I’m trying my best here to not be too much, but maybe you should just tell me what you want and where you want me to meet you, because you’re incredible, Clover. You’re simply the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“That’s…” Her eyes fill with tears and she shakes her head.

That was too much.

I know it.

Fuck.

She surges up, throwing her arms around my neck. “We’re idiots,” she whispers in my ear, her voice choked up. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

I shouldn’t tell her.

But as she clings to me, I find I can’t hold back. I don’t even want to. Fuck caution. I’ve been cautious for far too long.

“Because I wanted too much,” I admit roughly. “I wanted everything, immediately. From the moment I met you, I wanted to make you my wife. And all you wanted—what you needed—was a job. I loved that about you, and wanted it for you. I still do. I want to give you the world, because you’ve earned it.”

“Right now, I need a shower,” she says.

I pick her up, this time carrying her like she’s a spider monkey clinging to me, and march her into the steamy shower. It has a double set of shower heads and jets, but we stick to one part of the shower, rinsing each other off.

Then I take her face in my hands and kiss her deeply.

“I love your kisses,” she whispers against my lips. “I want them all.”

“They’re yours.” I kiss her neck. “Everywhere.”

I give her kisses on both shoulders as I turn her around. Then I kiss down her spine, until I’m kneeling behind her.

“Kisses for my pretty girl wherever she wants them,” I breathe against the cleft of her ass.

She trembles in my hands.

“Lean forward, Clover.” My beast is rising again. I lick between her cheeks. “Kisses everywhere.”

* * *

I wringtwo more orgasms from her in the shower, then bundle her in warm towels and carry her back to my bed.

When I settle in beside her, I catch a worried look on her face for a second before she masks it.

“What is it?” I ask, catching her chin in my fingers. “Don’t hide from me.”

She bites her lower lip. “Did I make things worse between you and Andrew?”

I exhale in relief that it’s only that on her mind. “No. That’s been a long time coming.”

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