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I peered up at him. He was staring straight at the ceiling. “Yes…?”
“Good.” He closed his eyes. “Good night, Chloe.”
I stared at his handsome face. Then I glanced down—his erection was massive again, raging.What the hell?
And yet, Bryce was saying goodnight.
“Good night,” I said.
Without another word, my husband fell asleep, his arm still tight around me.
EIGHT
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I barely slept.Why hadn’t Bryce tried to make love to me? Wasn’t that the whole point? If not, then why all the contractual terms, growling about getting into bed on time, and g-strings?
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or cry. In any event, I didn’t dare move all night—Bryce held me in a firm grip. Even in sleep, he was showing me who was in charge.
My thoughts circled, chasing each other. I refused to admit to myself just how good it felt to be back in his arms. It was heaven; it was also hell. It felt amazing, but how could I relax in his embrace when I knew that it was an act—his way of fighting for his company?
Just before dawn, exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep. When I awoke, Bryce was pressed against me.Allof him was pressed against me—he was hard again. His erection throbbed against my thigh.
I opened my eyes to find his face one inch away. He was staring at me. “Hi,” I said awkwardly.
Bryce didn’t say a word. Instead, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine.
Electricity jolted through me. I fought to urge to reach for him, to cling to his massive chest. Instead, I held very still. I didn’t know what to hope for. Part of me felt like I would die if this happened; another part felt like I’d die if it didn’t.
Bryce pulled me closer, and his hands roamed my back. He buried his face in my neck—not kissing me, just breathing. How could he bear it? Tears pricked my eyes. To be back in his arms, but to be sodistantfrom him, was torture unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
He pulled back. His pupils were huge as he gazed into my eyes. “We should get ready. Shower with me?”
I blinked at him.He doesn’t feel what I feel.If he did, he could never be so casual about us being naked together. To me, this was The Biggest Deal Ever. To him, it seemed I was nothing more than a morning-shower fuck. “Sure.” There was no way I could say more.
This is happening.I was under his spell, unable to stop time. In a daze, I followed him to the bathroom. He was so close, close enough to touch. But the distance between us seemed impenetrable. I was a transaction to him, an asset that he owned. He was going to do what he pleased with me.
But what was worse than even that? Iwantedhim. There was an undeniable ache between my legs. Having him inside me was what I craved—but like a cigarette or a hit of heroin, this shit was absolutely going to kill me.
Without a word, Bryce stripped out of his shirt and pulled down his sweats. His boxer briefs did little to conceal his bulging erection. I stared at it, athim, his well-defined muscles rippling as he reached into the luxurious shower to turn on the water. Without looking at me, he headed back to the bedroom. “I’ll join you in a minute.”
“Okay…?” As soon as he closed the door, I panicked.Oh my God. This IS happening.I only had a minute. I flew into action—brushing my teeth and flossing as though my life depended on it. Heart pounding, I jumped into the shower and washed my body and hair. I was going to be prepared, dammit! And I wasn’t going to cry.Please God, don’t let me cry!
After a moment, the shower door opened, and Bryce stalked in. The boxer briefs were long gone, of course. I tried not to stare at his erection and failed; it was pointing directly at me. Bryce’s gaze was dark as it roamed my body, up and down. He took the shower gel from my hands. “Here,” he said, his voice gruff. “Let me.”
I braced myself as he squirted (even thinking of that word made me go all squishy inside) some gel into his hands and moved closer. We stared at each other. Time ground to a halt.
It was just my husband and me once again.
Bryce tentatively reached for me, then gripped my sides. Despite the hot water, I trembled beneath his touch. His big hands were just as firm and strong as I remembered; as he stroked my skin, lathering it, I turned to Jell-O inside. I remembered exactly what it felt like to be overpowered by him, to have him own me. I had loved every second of it, just like I’d lovedhim. Those feelings rose inside me once again.Fucking inconvenient.
His erection poked at me, but he ignored it. Instead, he seemed intent on stroking every inch of my skin. His hands worked up to my breasts, and his touch became more gentle, almost worshipful. But I had to be imagining that…
Still, Bryce slowed down, his movements rhythmic, as he cupped my breasts and circled my nipples with his big thumbs.Unf.Sparks flew through me as he increased the pressure and the sensitive buds. I couldn’t help it; I moaned.
He moved closer, hands roaming my back, reaching down until he cupped my ass. He squeezed it, pulling me against him, as he buried his face in my neck once more. I moved to meet him as his cock slid between my thighs, and he began pulsing his hips. We weren’t having sex, but the motion wasawfullyclose.
I want you. Oh my God, I want this.Everything inside me cried out for more.
