Marrying Mr. Majestic Read Online Lucy Lennox

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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
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“We should get some sleep,” I said, rolling away from him to climb off the bed. “You said morning feed comes early, right?”

I didn’t stick around for his response. Instead, I headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash up. Sounds from the main room indicated he was straightening up the dishes we’d left on the table, so when I finished in the bathroom, I found my boxer briefs and slid them on before stepping toward the kitchen area to help.

He’d already pulled his pajama pants back on, and I found I missed the view of his bare ass and legs.

While there wasn’t much room to move in the small space, I tried to help tidy the remaining mess from our dinner and set the kitchen to rights. An awkward tension fell between us as the rest of the night sharing a bed loomed large.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get a hotel room somewhere?” I asked when I noticed Way avoiding making eye contact. “I can be discreet. Even if I have to drive a ways out of town to find one.”

His question was angled down to our feet. “Is that what you want?”

Instead of giving him an immediate answer, I took a minute to consider the question.

“No. What I want is to share your bed. To touch you again and possibly fuck you again. But I don’t want you to feel like I’ve invaded your space. We barely know each other, and I’m trying to be respectful of your⁠—”

Way’s lips crashed into mine as he lurched forward to kiss me. The move nearly shocked me off my feet. I stumbled back until hitting the wall behind me. My arms came around to hold him tight, moving quickly down until I could sneak my hands into his pants and cup his ass again.

This time when we stripped down and hit the bed, it was too fast and frantic for anything other than a half frot, half handjob until we both came gasping and dribbling over each other. My balls ached from all the action, but I still felt like I would be up for a midnight repeat if I was lucky enough to get one.

We shifted under the covers of the messy bed and sprawled half together with tangled arms and legs. My brain floated in a postorgasmic haze, which led me right into a deep sleep.

Just before drifting off, I remembered the evening spent getting to know each other so we’d be prepared to fake it in front of the gentle townsfolk of Majestic.

If there was one thing I was good at, it was preparing well and performing even better under pressure. I was also known for creating efficient solutions to complex corporate challenges. Maybe I could make myself useful while I was here and try to lessen his burdens.

For Way’s sake, I would think of this marriage act as a business deal I needed to nail. No feelings, no complications. Everything would run smoothly.

We had this all under control.

FIFTEEN

WAYLON

As I stalked down Poke Street, a week after Silas and I announced our sham marriage, all I could think was, We do not have this under control.

At least, I sure as hell didn’t.

“Mayor Fletcher?”

I spun around to see my assistant speed walking down the street in hot pursuit. “What is it, Bernice?”

“It’s your husband, sir. He… well, he told Brett Marsman about a federal credit for green energy projects. Wasn’t that thoughtful?” My normally unflappable assistant’s eyes shone with something like hero worship—an emotion I hadn’t known she was capable of until Silas came to town. “Brett was just thrilled. I’ve never seen him so lively! Says Silas is the best thing to happen to Majestic since we got our own gas station back in ’05. But now Brett wants to know if we can rush an application through for the Stanner building since they’re installing solar. If I can get your signature, I can overnight it.” She held out the papers with a pen already perched on top.

I closed my eyes and tried to keep from biting out a curse.

I was glad Brett was feeling so lively.

I felt like the walking dead.

My workload was as heavy as ever, but I was barely getting any sleep at night. Apparently, I had twenty-eight years of repressed lust to slake now that I had a hot and willing man in my bed. I hadn’t had this many orgasms per day since I was in middle school and had stolen a bottle of my sister’s body lotion from our shared bathroom.

That wasn’t anything to complain about, of course, but in addition to the lack of sleep, I also had a lack of time and space to get my head on straight. My new husband was suddenly everywhere. By the time I got up for the early morning feed, Silas was already on the phone with some European country, making deals in a language I couldn’t identify. When I parked my truck near City Hall, I’d find him standing on the sidewalk, talking to Mr. Jenks about small-business subsidies that could help him buy a new truck or showing Bernice an app that could help her keep track of my schedule more efficiently. When I dragged my weary body home at the end of the day, there he’d be, all bare, tattooed skin and a devastating grin, so gorgeous I couldn’t help jumping him.



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