Page 57 of Be My Bride


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This kiss isn’t chaotic.

I’m not thrusting in hard and fast.

I don't want to.

I need to enjoy her. This. Everything.

Like the last piece of cake. Like the last drop of rain.

I can’t rush through a delicacy.

Not when it’s so rare.

So precious.

She wraps one leg around my waist. The hem of the dress hikes above her thighs. Shows off her long legs. Traps my hips in place until I’m almost where she needs me to be.

I smile at her eagerness. My hands slide against her shoulders to shove her dress and her bra straps off in one sweep.

There’s a knock on the door.

The attendant’s voice rings out. “Mr. and Mrs… are you…? I heard moaning. Um… should I come back?”

Asia jumps and pushes me away.

Her lips part as she sucks in a deep breath.

My gaze fixes there, on her mouth. The maroon lipstick that branded my chest this morning is very similar to the natural color of her lips.

Her shade is a little darker, a little more sultry.

Harsh overhead lights point to enlarged pupils that stare at everything but me.

She’s trying to gather herself. Raking her slender fingers through her hair, Asia stands straight. She presses her palm into the wall to remain on her feet.

“What do you want to do, Mrs. Nicholas?” I tease her, playing with a lock of her hair. “There’s a mirror right there.”

Asia shoots me a dark look.

The attendant clears her throat. “I-I’ll come back. Have a nice… um…”

“Wait!” Asia charges past me and throws the door open. “Come in.”

The attendant’s eyes blow up. “Look, I respect you and your… um… lifestyle, but I have a boyfriend. And he wouldn’t… um… I don’t think I should—”

Asia’s look of pure horror makes me laugh out loud.

I grip her waist, pull her in for a forehead kiss and whisper loud enough for the attendant to hear. “How much should we offer to change her mind?”

“Are you kidding?” She shoves me. “Get out!”

Still chuckling, I wink at the attendant—who’s blushing about three different shades of red—and head to the waiting room.

The moment I take my seat, I scroll to my email and try to get my mind off Asia’s lips.

Normally, I'd start the day checking my phone and going through business inquiries. It’s a habit I’ve cultivated through the years. I play hard at night and work hard all day—including the weekends. There’s always something to do.

This morning, I got thrown off my schedule when I woke up to find I suddenly had a wife, but I figure I can catch up on some correspondences now that I have the motivation and the time.

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