I stop as soon as I hear her laughter drift down the hallway.
Thank Christ she’s still here.
I rest a hand on the center of my chest to feel the pounding beat of my heart. It’s racing.
As it begins to slow, I head in the direction of her laughter.
When I finally catch sight of her, my heart starts thundering inside my chest again. This time it’s because of the sheer beauty of her.
Her hair is a tangled mess around her face. Her cheeks are blushed pink, and her bottom lip is swollen from the incessant bite of my teeth as I kissed her with a reckless need to be as close to her as I could.
She’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt that is emblazoned with the logo from a bakery.
Dobb’s Bakery.
“Hey!” she calls out to me as soon as she spots me. “I’m whipping together a little dinner for us.”
“Look at you, Graham. It seems someone was napping.”
The second voice startles me.
I didn’t realize we weren’t alone, but Lloyd is perched on a stool next to the kitchen island, watching my wife work some sort of fragrant magic in a skillet.
“It’s vegetable stir fry,” she offers. “With my secret seasoning. You’re going to love this.”
Emotions clatter inside me at the way she says it so effortlessly.
I’m going to love this.
I don’t know if she’s talking about the food or her.
I wipe a hand over my forehead. “I should finish getting dressed.”
That draws a deep-seated chuckle from Lloyd. “No need, Bull. I can tell that you two need more alone time. I’m going to call it a night.”
“I’m making enough for the three of us,” Trina says before stealing a glance at me.
Lloyd pats a hand on the top of the island. “I admit that it smells too delicious to pass up.”
I don’t blame him for wanting to stick around. Who in their right mind could resist time with my wife and whatever the fuck she’s cooking?
Running a hand over my bare stomach, I keep my gaze pinned to Trina. “I’ll grab a shirt.”
She nods. “We’ll be right here waiting for you.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from her. She looks freshly fucked and happy. She looks as goddamn happy as I feel.
Finally, when she turns her attention back to the pan on the stove, I take off in a sprint down the hallway.
I rush to get dressed because I want every second I can with her. I never want this fake marriage to end.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Trina
I curl a finger to lure my husband closer when I spot him returning from walking Lloyd to the guestroom.
Dinner was delicious and fun.
Lloyd ran through story after story about the vacations that he took with his late wife. For the most part, Graham and I laughed at their adventures, but there were moments when sorrow crept into Lloyd’s voice.
I reached out to hold his hand as he wept through the retelling of their third honeymoon in Rome. Right after he was finished, he offered to send Graham and me there on our honeymoon.
Neither of us said a word.
I’d love to travel to Italy, but I never considered doing it with my boss.
He’s more than that to me now.
The sex was as amazing as I imagined it would be, but it sparked something inside of me.
It might be infatuation or a full-blown hard like, but I’m feeling things for Graham that I haven’t felt before.
I need to rein it in since this marriage has an expiry date.
Before I can say a word to Graham, he’s got me wrapped in his arms, and his mouth is on mine.
He kisses me deeply. His mouth is demanding but tender at the same time. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I know after our divorce, I’ll never feel it again.
“Come back to bed with me,” he whispers as soon as the kiss breaks. “I’m craving you, Trina.”
I can tell.
He’s hard again.
I feel the length of him pressing against me through the fabric of his pants and the denim of my jeans.
His thumb traces a path over my bottom lip as he gazes into my eyes. “I’m spending the night in bed with you. Every night going forward.”
Until this ends.
Those unspoken words sit between us.
I nod because I’ll take whatever I can from this. It’s not just about faking a marriage anymore. It’s about savoring moments like this with him and letting my body feel things it’s never felt before.
“I want that,” I say breathlessly. “I want you in bed with me.”
As soon as I shut the door to Graham’s bedroom, his hands are all over me.
He yanks my T-shirt over my head and drops his mouth to my breasts. Feeling the lash of his tongue on my right nipple through the thin silk of my bra sends a shudder through me.
“You like that,” he states in a low growl. “You have sensitive nipples.”
Unable to find my voice, I nod.
“I’m going to remember that,” he whispers as he turns his attention to my other nipple.
The bite of pain when he closes his teeth around it is so intense that I don’t register the fact that he’s reached behind me with one hand to deftly unclasp my bra.
He slides it from my body, releasing my breasts as he does.
“I’m not going to make it to the bed.” He chokes out a half-chuckle, half-groan. “I’m going to fuck you against the wall, Trina. Strip.”
I do as I’m told because I want this just as badly as he does.
I want to feel him inside of me again.
My jeans and panties are on the floor before he’s back with his hand racing over his sheathed cock.
I stare at his naked body.
All of it is glorious. I had no idea he looked like this under the well-tailored suits he wears.
“You look like you’re seeing me for the first time,” he says softly.
My gaze drifts up from his cock, to his abs, then his chest, and finally, it settles on his face.
I stare at his chiseled jaw and the way his eyes narrow as he studies me.
“I am,” I answer in a whisper. “I feel like I am.”
That earns me a kiss so soft and tender that I feel like my knees will buckle on the spot.
“Turn around,” he orders as he strokes his cock. “Brace yourself on the wall.”
I spin and spread my legs, wanting him inside of me now.
I’ve been wet since we kissed in the kitchen. I’m on fire with need and a desire so strong that I can’t think of anything but being fucked by him.
He takes me quickly, pushing in with one long quick thrust.
I cry out because there’s a burst of unexpected pain.
His lips trail over my shoulder as he wraps my hair in his fist. “Forgive me if I’m rough. This is just too fucking good.”
His other hand finds my hip, clutching at my flesh.
He fucks me hard.
With each deep thrust, he yanks on my hair until I come so intensely that I call out his name in between stuttered breaths.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Graham
“Trina should be at the meeting today,” I say to Lloyd over breakfast. “She has a finger on the pulse of what the market wants right now.”