Page 72 of The Arrangement

“So, in the spirit of transparency, I’ve known for a long time that if I were ever to marry anyone … you were the only choice.”

That sentence has rolled around in my mind since he uttered it. You were the only choice.

So this is what feeling special feels like.

And now, with this look of reverence, I’m buzzing with need. It’s barely contained desire for the man pulling my knees into a bent position. With his eyes locked on mine, he drags me tothe edge of the table with assistance from my dress that is now entirely bunched at my waist.

Candles burn on the table's far side, casting shadows across Jason’s face. It gives his handsome features a moody, sexier edge that does nothing to help me from not coming.

He strokes himself a few times, his gaze glued to my pussy, before kneeling between my legs.

“I seriously might come if you touch me,” I say, blowing out a breath.

“Then prepare to come.”

“I—oh, my God!”

My back arches off the table as his mouth covers my mound.

Despite thinking about this moment for the past twelve hours, I’m in shock. Unprepared. Wholly in over my head as Jason licks through my wetness and toys with my clit.

My knees fall farther apart, giving him access and permission to take what he wants. Preferably all of me.

“You have to tell me what you like,” he says, kissing my bud.

“All of it.” I barely get the words out before I hiss as he slides a finger deep inside me.

“I’m going to need you to be more specific.” He adds another finger. “My first job as your husband is to learn how to please you.”

I groan, the room starting to spin. “This works.”

His chuckle is deep and gravelly—and hot as fuck. “Then how about this?”

He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking lightly enough to almost sting.

“That’sso good,” I say as clearly as I can through the tension in my throat.

“You taste sweet.” The sound of his tongue against my wet flesh makes me shiver. “I can’t wait to watch you come on my face.”

“Keep going, and you’re going to get your wish.”

“I’ve already gotten my wish,” he whispers before licking along the inside of my thigh.

I tremble under his touch, two seconds from exploding. I’ve waited too long for this to hold back much longer.

The pressure builds inside me, assisted by the steady rhythm of Jason’s fingers.

“Look at me,” he demands, giving me no chance to object.

I lift my head to watch his face lower against my pussy.

“I want you to watch me enjoy you,” he says, his eyes burning into mine. His hands slide beneath my ass. “Watch me enjoymy wife.”

I reach for him, threading my fingers into his hair as he lowers his mouth to me again. I brace myself, knowing he’s going to let me fall apart.

The assault between my legs is immediate and glorious. And the sight of Jason framed between my thighs is like nothing I could’ve imagined.

The roar of an orgasm hits me fast and hard. I buck against Jason’s face, unable to contain a scream that pierces the air. The intensity is too much. The fierceness of the climax more than I can take. I try to wiggle back, to push on Jason’s head, but his grip on my bottom is too strong.