Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“Was what you thought was best hanging at a hotel with another woman?”
He has the audacity to appear shocked. "With my lawyer."
"I don't care about their occupation. What I care about is you lying about being a faithful husband." I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts.
“I have been nothing but loyal to you.” I watch him run his hand down his face. “Before I should have been.” He mutters the last part.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I have wanted you to be my wife for longer than I should have!” he shouts, shocking the hell out of me.
"Then why are you out with another woman in a hotel bar?" I shout back when I recover from my momentary shock at his admission. I'm still not sure if I'm understanding him correctly. Likely not because I have been so, so wrong about who I thought he was. He opens his mouth to speak, but I keep going because I'm on a roll. I have never been a shouter, but hell, it feels good. "I wasn't done speaking. And where am I going to go? I don't have any money. You’ve made sure of that. That I’d be in debt to you for an amount that will take me probably a lifetime to pay off.” I’m getting more and more worked up as the words leave my mouth.
He stares at me with that unreadable expression on his face that I want to smack off and then maybe kiss. I'm so mad. I don't think I have ever been this mad in my life.
"Are you going to just stare at me?" Thirty seconds ago I didn’t want him to speak, and now I’m pissed that he’s got nothing to say. I honestly don’t know if I’m coming or going with this man. He has my emotions, thoughts, and words all twisted up.
"I enjoy staring at my wife, but I'm more than willing to do more." I hate the way my body reacts to his words. The flush I felt on my cheeks from being pissed off is quickly turning to a blush.
"Typical man behavior. Turning the conversation over to sex to dodge what I was saying."
"Who are these typical men? And how do you know their behavior so well?” He narrows his eyes at me. Does he have the audacity to question me?!
"You know what? Fuck you!" I shout before turning and stomping off toward the bedroom. Not that I make it far before he's on me. Before I even know what’s happening, he spins me around, and I’m lifted off my feet and thrown over his shoulder.
“Someone needs a spanking.”
“You did not say that,” I hiss, and his hand comes down on my ass. I let out a squeak and return the favor, giving his ass a smack too. He's unbothered by this. I still can’t believe I shouted “fuck you” at him.
"I don't say things I don't mean."
"You can't spank me," I repeat, and it gets me another one. I let out another squeak. It doesn't actually hurt, but it's only pissing me off more.
"You seem to be enjoying it." The next thing I know, I'm chest down on the kitchen island, my legs dangling over one side.
"Blake," I hiss. I try to move, but he has one hand pressed firmly to my back.
"I'll take two months off.” I don't get a chance to respond before he's yanking my panties down my thighs but not fully off.
"I'm not a whore."
"Deal or no deal?" His fingers trail up the back of my thigh. My legs spread more. I can't control it. "That sounds like a silent yes to me." It was. I don't want to admit to wanting it. I mean, who wants to be spanked, and why is my body screaming that I need it?
"Did you sleep with her?"
"I didn't sleep with anyone." There’s something in his tone that lets me know he’s telling me the truth. “Deal or no deal?” His hand caresses my bare ass cheek. I almost let out a moan, but I bite my lip to suppress it.
The ache between my thighs is unbearable at this point. I need relief, and I know without a doubt that he’s the only one that can give it to me. I peer over my shoulder to see the hungry expression on his face. His eyes are trained on my bare ass.
"I'm not a whore." But I hate that there is this thrill to the idea of it.
"You'd only be my whore." I turn my head, unable to stare at him as I utter the word.
"Deal."
A groan of approval leaves him. My heart starts to race as antipathetic feelings strum through my veins.
"Blake?" I whisper his name.
"I told you, I enjoy staring at my wife.” I peek over my shoulder again, and I see that he has partly dropped down, giving himself a better view.