Page 207 of The Unwilling Bride
"I want to eat you up. I?—"
My phone’s alarm goes off.
We both ignore it. He nibbles his way to my other breast. He licks around the nipple and a whole-body shiver grips me.
That’s when his phone’s alarm goes off. The combination of both phones beeping is agonizing.
"Fuck." He reaches over me, grabs his phone, and shuts it off.
I do the same to mine.
He looks at me with regret. "I don’t want us to leave this bed."
"But you can’t not go into the restaurant again today." For a head chef to not oversee his kitchen, and especially a Michelin-star restaurant, is unheard of. Most don’t take holidays…ever. And barely see their families.
For the first time since embarking on this profession, I wonder if the sacrifice is worth it. I’d give anything to grab a few more hours with James. To not leave this sex-scented nest of our bed, and to have him ravish me until I can barely think straight.
Once again, he reads the train of my thoughts, and his features soften. "I am going to find a way for the both of us to get some time off."
"Nice thought. But you know how impossible that’s going to be."
"Impossible is my middle name." He smirks. Then he rolls off me and holds out his arm. When I take his hand, he hauls me to a sitting position.
"Maybe we have time for a shower?" He waggles his eyebrows.
This…almost playful side of him is such a surprise. I love it. It makes me wonder what other hidden sides of him are there. And I do want to stay here with him. But being late to the restaurant this morning is a risk. Especially when James hasn’t given instructions to the staff on how to cover for our absence. No. If something went wrong, I’d never forgive myself.
I push up to standing and take a step away from him. "I’m going to take a shower. Alone. If not, we’ll never get out of here."
He scowls. "You’re no fun."
"I learned from the best." I toss him a kiss, walking past him. He moves as if to grab me, and I giggle and dance away.
His phone buzzes again.
He looks at it on the bedside table.
"It’s Alfie Whittington.”
His brow furrows.
“What would the Chairman of my Board of Directors want at”—he glances closer at the screen—“five a.m. in the morning?”
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James
I should ignore the call. I don’t want to be anywhere else but here in my bed, with my wife, in the glow of having made love to her for the first time.
But when the phone stops ringing only to start again, my guts churn. Alfie would not call twice unless it were something bad.
I snatch up the phone. "Tell me."
“James, ol’ chap. Afraid it’s not looking good.”
I lean back against the headboard. “Just give me the bad news already.”
My wife walks toward the en suite. I’m distracted by the pear shape of her arse. That hourglass figure of hers is something that never fails to arouse me. My cock stirs.
