Page 130 of The Reason I Married Him
And today is evidence of that because when she walked out of the bathroom just now, they were all glossy and begging for me to taste them again. I know that’s the last thing I should be thinking about. She’s supposed to be a friend, a business partner, not my own personal make-out buddy.
But fuck me, I can’t stop myself.
And the whole idea behind the kissing was so that she could be less stiff around me, especially with what I have planned today. But the only thing stiff between us now is my goddamn cock.
Morning showers have been fun, but nighttime showers are a requirement. I say I’m washing the stink away when, in reality, I’m stroking myself, trying to get my head straight before I jump in bed and start kissing her.
So why not stop the kissing? Well, for one, I like it too damn much. And two, the last thing I need is for her to be tense when I propose. I need her to kiss and hug me and act like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her.
You must be wondering why I am not cluing her in on the proposal.I do know she hates surprises.But I want a genuine reaction from her. Call me crazy, but I haven’t been too impressed with her acting skills. I want people around us to feel her surprise and, even though she might not love me and this is all for show, I know that when she does say yes and she kisses me, it will be believable—because we’ve been practicing.
The first kiss, I know she was scared.
The second, well, she kissed me back, and I felt a zing of lust rush up the backs of my legs.
The third, hell, I was enamored because she gave me more.
And after that, it’s felt like a frenzy I couldn’t control. And I know she feels it too because she’s returning the same kisses. But last night was too much. My hand was seconds away from running up her shirt to her breast. I was ready to take it to the next level even though that’s not what we’re supposed to be doing.
Aubree pops out of the house and heads down the stairs, looking irritated. “Uh, everything okay?” I ask.
“I need to change.”
“Why?” I ask just as I look down and see a giant red paint stain on the front of her shorts. “How did that happen?”
“Let’s just say Mac isn’t good at cleaning up. Be right back.”
“Okay,” I say.
As she walks away, I text Ethel.
Wyatt:Running slightly behind. Aubree had to change, got paint on her clothes. Everyone still in position?
Ethel:We’re good over here.
Wyatt:Awesome, thank you.
Ethel:Do you have the ring?
Wyatt:In my pocket.
Ethel:Good. Now leave the rest to us.
Wyatt:See you soon.
I pocket my phone and am surprised to see Aubree approaching. Instead of her shorts and shirt, she’s now wearing a light blue sundress with sleeves. The blue makes her eyes pop, and the dress’s silhouette highlights her every curve.
Jesus, she’s beautiful.
How she thinks she’s not a catch is beyond me. Any man would be fucking lucky to call her his. And here I am, stealing her away for a year. Maybe by the end of it, I’ll help boost her self-confidence so she won’t second-guess her worth when she decides to venture out into the dating world again.
“You look great, Aubree.”
She tugs on her dress. “It isn’t too short?”
“No,” I say as I peer around her to check out her ass. “Seems perfect to me.”
“If my skirt blows up during this event, you will be responsible.”
