Page 69 of Falling for the Wife

My wife.

My throat constricted at the sound of that. With painstaking care, I slowly peeked at the dozing woman on my chest. Since when did I begin to regard Gisele as such? Sure, I’d teased her about it or I’d scathingly referred to her as one when I was beyond infuriated.Butit was all done in jest…until right this moment when I truly saw her as one, not just the girl I had to marry, my business partner by default, but as my wife. When did I trulyseeher as my spouse? I couldn’t be sure.

Like the theme of the day, I was stuck in a peculiar haze of confusion.

Less than twenty-fours together and the results were staggering. I dreaded what it would be like once the weekend was over. Hopefully, nothing too drastic. A man could only handle so much.

For a few more minutes, I cherished having her with me before I reluctantly began to wake her. “Rise and shine, sleepy head. We’re almost there.”

“I was having such a nice dream,” she moaned grumpily.

A soft smile curled my lips up until another thought entered my demented mind. “It better not be about other men.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” she giggled, shifting her body, yawning like a little gorgeous angel.

Groaning in earnest, I pulled her atop my body, my fervent hands snaking around to cup her luscious arse before smacking it harshly in a few rapid successions.

She yelped, eyes gleaming impishly.

And just like that, I was besotted utterly. I wanted her just like this consistently, forever if possible. “One thing you have to remember woman—the moment you wake up and the moment before you fall asleep, you are to kiss me. Understood?” My hand whacked her ample arse just to drive the point home.

She saucily pouted, feigning wonder. “Jesus, why are you so bossy for kisses, Jared?”

Massaging her well-shaped bottom, I used my gripping hands to thrust her upwards so we were at the same level. “Come here and kiss your husband, woman.”

A teasing brow arched, provoking. “Oh, so we’re playing married now?”

“Youaremy wife.”

“Fake wife,” she prompted, grinning madly.

Maybe not for long.Bloody hell…Where had that idea taken form? I blanched, quite aghast.

Desperately needing to drown out my insane thoughts, I immediately rolled her onto her back, capturing her lips as I did so, before my arm hooked underneath her leg and thrust into her drenched paradise in one firm, deft stroke. Her cunt clamped down hard, and when I tried to pull back, it sucked me back again and again, utterly voracious and unquenchable.

“Jared, what the hell! You promised you wouldn’t until tonight!” Gisele grudgingly complained as she moaned my name.

“It’s what you get for not kissing me,” I unforgivingly pointed out as I plunged into her slick snugness. “Besides, I’m doing us both a favor…You’re wet and horny, anyway. Don’t deny it. I tried to withdraw, but you held me down, choking it without mercy. I’m nothing but a man, kitten. How could I resist you when it begs me to satisfy your body’s wishes?”

“You’re hopeless.”

“Only for you, sweet wife.”

I was crazy about her. Indisputably.

Our time was limited. Savoring her whenever possible was something I greatly looked forward to basking in.

I had all the wicked intentions of leaving her raw, exhausted beyond comprehension, to the point of blissful mental incoherence.

CHAPTER25

Jared

After finally arrivingat Ritz-Carlton in midtown Tokyo, I imagined after our shared intimacy Gisele would succumb and share my bedroom without qualms.

But alas, she simply plucked one of the two-set keycards and chose one of the suites as hers. Subsequently agreeing to a particular time to leave for tonight’s schedule, she barely glanced at me before stepping into her room and hastily locking the door, barring anyone from entering without bothering to extend an invitation to me. It was one thing to shut the door on me and quite another to shut the door andlock it.

It was merely moments ago when she couldn’t get enough of my body. Yet here she was, confusing and frustrating the living daylights out of me.