Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
He sighs—with relief, I think—and his grip on me tightens. “No, you wouldn’t have. I wanted to let you come to the decision on your own, but if you hadn’t… I wouldn’t have let you go through with marrying my brother, Jessa.”
I cock an eyebrow. “No? You cut it pretty close, don’t you think?”
He smirks, leaning in to kiss my jaw. “I was recording in the living room.”
My heart lurches. “What?”
“Joey and the stripper. Obviously, I didn’t know you’d be in the bedroom that night. That became a quickly put together plan D. There was a plan A, a plan B, and a plan C ahead of it. You just gave me a better opportunity to get in there a lot quicker, so I took it.”
I pull back to look up at him, my eyebrows rising. “If that was you thinking on your feet, God help anyone you plot against with advanced notice.”
He smirks. “You didn’t stand a chance.”
I sigh. “Who is the sexiest man on the planet, and why is it my husband?”
Marcus chuckles as he kisses my neck, but I’m startled into pulling away when I see Jared coming down the stairs with Layla on his hip.
“Is it over?” he asks.
Marcus cracks a smile, naturally tugging me into the spot beside him and settling his hand on my waist. “Yes, it’s done. Joey had to leave,” he says dryly.
“Your mom invited him back for dessert,” I add. “But… I doubt he’ll come.”
Jared shakes his head. “When’s that kid ever gonna learn?”
“Hey, it took you some time,” Marcus reminds him.
“And look at me now. A chip off the old block,” Jared calls back lightly as he takes Layla back to the dining room.
Marcus sighs. “We should probably get back in there.”
“On the bright side, Joey’s annoying new girlfriend will give your mom someone to dislike more than me today. Who knows? With that reminder of how things could have gone, maybe she’ll appreciate me more. I may be able to move up in her esteem,” I say, somewhat playfully. “Do you think I could earn the spot of her second favorite daughter-in-law?”
“Why stop there?” he asks lightly. “Shove Julia out of the way and go for first.”
“Hey, I love Julia,” I say, leaning into my husband to give him a light shove. Even before Marcus shifted his brothers’ opinions about me with his filthy, twisted methods, Julia was always nice to me. And that she still is makes me even more protective of her.
“Fine, maybe you can tie for first,” he allows.
I nod approvingly.
“But I can get you the top spot for yourself if you really want it,” he offers.
I shake my head. “No, thank you.”
He has offered to intervene on my behalf and coax his mom into liking me more before, but while I love knowing I always have his love and support, it feels a little like cheating to use his powers to sway her.
I want to earn her approval, just like I felt compelled to earn his.
The thought of having to earn my husband’s approval ignites a warmth in my belly and causes arousal to pool between my thighs.
“Wait,” I say, slowing my steps as we near the dining room.
He knows that my pregnancy hormones have made my moods unpredictable, but they’ve made my already insatiable appetite for him unpredictable, too.
I look over at him, and he can see the yearning in my eyes.
He smirks. “I’ll tell them to start without us.”
I try not to be embarrassed as he ducks into the dining room without me, but thankfully, he doesn’t leave me here alone for long.
He grabs me around the waist when he comes back, claiming my lips in a searing kiss as he walks me backward all the way to the guest bathroom nearest the dining room.
He pins me to the door and squeezes my tit, and my tummy thrills as his rough mouth finds my neck.
“Does knowing that pregnancy apparently makes me a nymphomaniac make you more eager to put a bunch of babies in me?” I tease.
His laughter is smothered against my well-kissed skin. “Yeah, because you weren’t hungry for your husband’s cock before you got pregnant.”
“Hey,” I say, lightly shoving at him. “You got me pregnant immediately, so how would you even know?” I mutter.
“I know everything about you,” he murmurs.
I sigh with pleasure because it’s true.
He knows and loves every single piece of me—even the dirty bits I’ve always felt the need to hide from everyone else. There’s no hiding from him. He won’t let me. He’s too greedy, too insistent on possessing every inch of my soul.
And I give it to him gladly.
I know it’s in good hands.
It’s intoxicating to be not only loved but accepted for every single thing I am. Appreciated for it. Craved because of it.
I’m addicted to him, but it’s all his fault.