Page 14 of Groom Gamble

Grey eyes. Tall. Rich. Short beard.

Look, it’s probably as she said, a generic list. But she wouldn’t have written those attributes down if they repulsed her, would she? No.

I can work with that. I’ll get her addicted to the feel of my length inside her and orgasms from my hands.

And if I need to pretend that I’m left out of the London Mafia Syndicate in order to convince Sophia to marry me, that’s what I’ll do. It’s not true, but not entirely a lie, either. I’ve gone from irritated by the number of vomit-inducingly happy couples that are part of that group to something very like jealous.

My virgin bride. Fuck. She has no idea she just made the next ten days impossibly hard. Hypothermia will be a constant risk with the number of cold showers I’m going to need. But I won’t jerk off to remove the edge. It’s critical we have a baby to tie us together permanently.

“We can take it slow and gentle,” I reassure her. And I will. Even if it kills me.

“Oh.” She twists her lips as she thinks. “The thing is, I don’t want the only time I have sex to be when I get pregnant.”

I nod slowly and sink back onto my chair, even as my heart does some sort of idiotic dance move. A jump, or a hop, or a flip.

“I want to learn about sex, so when I do get pregnant it won’t be a second-place event to sex being new. I’ll be able to appreciate…” She covers her face with her hands. “Oh this is ridiculous! Forget I said anything.”

“Enjoying getting pregnant for its own sake, not just the sex.”

She peeks around her hands. “Yes. Is that weird?”

My girl has a breeding kink, and hell, I didn’t think she could be any better matched to me, but this goes to show how limited my view was.

“It’s not weird to me.”

“So you don’t mind?” Lowering her hands, she regards me anxiously.

“You want to practise and learn?” I will teach her. No problem.

“But you said no sex.” She bites her lip.

“Is that what I said, darling?”

“But…” Poor confused girl, she blinks, trying to figure it out.

“We can have sex without me emptying my balls into you and filling you up with my seed.”

The gasp like she’s a maiden in a period drama is belied by a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.

Once she’s my wife, I’ll take pleasure in getting her pregnant. Until then, I will make it so good she can’t see straight.

“You’re going to marry me.” It’s a question, or at least, she interprets it that way, and nods. “Then let’s start your lessons.”

“Now?” she squeaks.

“Come here.”

She pauses.

“You can lock the door first.” There’s no chance of anyone interrupting us, but I intend to see a lot of my assistant and I won’t have any shyness. I push back in my office chair, and watch her as she turns the key. She’s so sexy, I don’t think she has any idea how fucking hot she is in that demure outfit that tries to hide everything but makes her an intriguing present.

“What about…?” She glances over at the windows.

I nod slowly. “Close the blinds.”

Sophia is methodical, and my cock is getting harder by the second. She returns to her place before my desk instead of coming to me, and I’m momentarily disappointed. I want her on my lap.

I lean back in my chair.