Page 38 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“Yikes, not something a lady wants to hear on her wedding night.” She hops off the bed and asks, “So this is what we’re doing? Playing house?”
“We’re not playing anything,” I say as I move toward the closet, where I take off my suit jacket and tie.
She follows me and leans against the doorframe. “Okay, but you realize this marriage isn’t real, right?”
I start unbuttoning my dress shirt and her eyes immediately fall to my chest. “Sloane, it’s as real as they come.” I untuck my shirt, finish unbuttoning, and then throw caution to the wind and remove it entirely.
Probably a big mistake because she has no shame eating me alive with her eyes.
Nope.
Her gaze roams up and down, from my shoulders to my pecs and all the way down my stomach. And when I think she’s done, she goes for another pass while she very subtly wets her lips.
Fuck.
Me.
I clear my throat, which brings her attention back to my eyes. “Did you hear me?”
“Um, I want to say yes, but your perfectly proportioned nipple-to-pec ratio distracted me.”
Got to give it to her for being direct.
“I said this marriage is as real as they come.”
She folds her arms and takes one more gander at my stomach. “Sure, in the legal sense, but not on the emotional side. I mean, I’m not in love with you, although I could see myself falling after seeing what you’re currently offering.”
I unbuckle my pants and push them down.
“Oh my, tight thigh.”
I pull my pants back up and stare her down. “Can you please not ogle me?”
“Says the man who wants this marriage to be real. That’s what wives do; they ogle.” Then she walks into the closet and plucks one of my T-shirts off my shelf. She turns to me and says, “Be a lamb and unzip me please.”
“Can’t you unzip yourself?”
She scornfully looks over her shoulder. “Sir, this is what husbands do. If you want to play the doting roles, then snap into character. Now, unzip me.”
She’s got me there.
Reluctantly, I move behind her, grab the small clasp of her zipper, and slowly pull it down, revealing a white lace bra and the top of white lace underwear.
Fucking help me.
My mouth goes dry as I step back, and I’m about to turn around, but she lets the dress slide down her shoulders and drop to the ground where it pools on the floor. My eyes travel back up her luscious legs and right to the curve of her thong-covered ass.
Mother.
Fucker.
Round, thick enough for me to grab on to and fucking ride. Jesus.
Then she reaches behind her and undoes the clasp of her bra, and I nearly go hard right then and there as she lets her bra slide off her as well, leaving her back completely bare to me. I envision my hand sliding up her spine, to the nape of her neck, where I press her head into the mattress and prop that delicious ass into the air.
Just as the fantasy starts playing out in my head, she slips my shirt over her body and turns toward me as she pulls her hair out of the collar. Shemust catch me staring because a smile crosses her face. “Performing your husbandly duties with a little ogle yourself.” She walks up to me and pats me on the chest. “Well done, Hudson.” Then she makes her way into the bathroom, where she spots the basket of toiletries I had put together for her and sent to the house.
I take a few seconds in the closet to calm my body down—the last thing I need is to walk in the bathroom with a half-stiff cock.
