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Bash
I woke up as hard as a rock with a smile plastered on my face. Lacey was tucked in my arms; her killer body nestled closely next to mine. Waking up in bed with a woman usually set off a chain of panic-induced thoughts that usually ended with me making a plan for a quick escape. Instead, I was wondering how long I could stay.
Kody usually woke up early — he was probably awake by now — but he was in good hands with Kaylie and Sid. I could spend a few more hours here without raising any eyebrows. After the exhilaration of drowning myself in Lacey’s body last night, I wanted to do it again and again. As much as she’d let me.
I had no idea how she’d feel this morning. Would she regret what we did? We didn’t talk much after we had sex. I’d been gearing up for round two when she fell asleep. For a fleeting moment, I’d thought about leaving and staying at Sid’s place, but then realized I was exactly where I wanted to be. I don’t know if it was our fucked up marriage, my finally admitting to myself my attraction to her, or the fucking mind-blowing sex we’d had, but I didn’t want to leave her side. I wanted to worship her body until this crazy infatuation ran its course.
Fuck, she was so hot. I pulled the sheets that were covering us down very slowly so that her breasts were exposed. Like a horny pervert, I checked them out. She was sleeping on her side, with her chest smashed against mine, so they looked extra fucking luscious. Suddenly, I had a vision of sliding my dick through the tight crack of her cleavage, and that in turn reminded me of how impressively she’d worked me with that mouth of hers, taking me to the back of her throat until I was seeing stars. She’d been hungry for me and that was arousing as fuck. I needed to cover up her tits because my already hard cock was now throbbing mercilessly.
She stiffened in my arms and her breathing hitched, but then she relaxed. “Sebastian,” she mumbled sleepily.
Fuck, that one word — my name — sounded like gold coming from her lips. Every time she said it, it gave me a potent high like the quick hit of a drug. She’d called me Sebastian a few times during sex, and the resulting buzz in my veins almost had me coming.
I hoped like hell that she didn’t regret last night. She hadn’t pulled out of my arms yet, so maybe that was a good sign.
“Morning, wifey.” I liked calling her that as much as I liked her calling me Sebastian. I had no fucking idea why.
Her eyes were still closed, but she smiled. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Because it’s true. You are my wife. And I get a kick out of reminding you.”
She groaned and then rolled away from me. She was getting out of bed, and I didn’t like it.
“Where are you going?”
She looked at me over her shoulder. “To the bathroom.”
“Fine,” I grumbled. “But then get your sexy ass back over here.”
I guessed there was about a 50/50 chance that she’d come back to bed. When she came back into the room, I didn’t try to disguise that I was eye-fucking her glorious, naked body. She was way hotter than any skinny-ass model because she had delicious curves in all the right places. She climbed back into bed and snuggled right up to me.
My fingers ran lightly up and down her arm. “I have a proposal for you.”
“You’re a little too late.” She laughed. “We’re already married.”
“Not that kind of proposal.” My hand ran down her smooth skin. Fuck, I wanted her so badly. “I propose that while we’re still married, until the divorce, that we keep having sex.”
Her hand, which had been testing my biceps — which I may or may not have been flexing — stopped moving. “Bash, there’s a reason we’re getting a divorce and divorcing couples don’t usually have sex.”
“Why are we getting a divorce?” I didn’t mean to sound obtuse, but her flippant answer kind of hurt me.
“Because we didn’t mean to get married! We were both out of our minds, drunk on absinthe.”
I had to dial it back a bit. She was getting upset. “Okay, true. But we are married right now and we just had sex. And it was enjoyable. Way fucking better than enjoyable. Lace, we’re like dynamite together in the sack. Is it just me?”
She sighed. “No, I enjoyed it, too. Obviously. It was amazing. But, we’re friends. We can’t keep having sex.”
“We’re more than friends. We’re married.” Yes, I was hung up on that.
She pulled out of my arms and took the covers with her. “You keep saying that like it means something. I don’t even remember marrying you. That video we watched of our wedding was like two other people saying those things. Plus, we’re divorcing. So don’t throw around ‘we’re married’ like that should make me have sex with you. Like I’m obligated by marital duty.”
I groaned. Somehow, I was fucking this up. “That’s not what I mean. Lacey, I’m saying it does mean something. I don’t know what, but we got married. And for whatever reason, I take the vows seriously. Even if we don’t have sex again, I won’t be with other women until we’re divorced. I can’t. And yes, we are friends. Friends who just fucked, and it was damn good, Lacey. Tell me you didn’t think it was amazing. Why wouldn’t we do it again?”
She fell back against her pillow. “You mean like a friends-with-benefits situation?”
“Yeah.” I guess. If that’s all she’d give me.
She bit her bottom lip, contemplating it for so long that I got nervous. “And we wouldn’t tell any of our friends? We’d tell no one? It’d have to be a secret.”
