The Marriage Contract, Natasha Black [thriller books to read .TXT] 📗

in time to feel the tension begin to build to a breaking point. I needed the release, and I rolled off him, positioning myself on all fours. Matt didn’t need instruction. He slid off the bed and moved me to the edge.

Grasping my ass, he knelt again to slide his tongue through my folds. I cried out and he swirled over my clit before standing up and thrusting his cock into me hard. My voice left me as my jaw fell, and my eyes closed. I grabbed onto the sheets, tearing them as I tried to adjust to the pressure.

Matt held my hips in place and slammed into me over and over. He fucked me until my toes curled and the tension exploded. My eyes rolled back, and my arms shook, a guttural cry rumbling from my chest as I came again. The climax lasted for what seemed like an eternity as he plowed into me with no hesitation or relent.

When he finally slowed to catch his breath, he slapped my ass and grumbled for me to roll over. I did as instructed, and he pulled me by my legs so that my hips were hanging from the bed. I melted into the control he showed, knowing exactly what he wanted and taking it as I gave it willingly. He held both ankles of mine together in the air as he began to rhythmically thrust into me again, and I brushed my hands down his sweat-covered stomach muscles.

His body was tight, and his veins strained under the skin with effort as he fucked me. I felt myself fall into a dizzying sensation of near euphoria. Another climax was on the horizon. Matt seemed like he was nearing his own, and the intensity in his eyes spoke of the hunger and desire for release. He curled over me, hooking my top leg and bending it toward my chest.

Our eyes locked as he plunged into me with a ferocious fury, and a grumble in his chest turned into an animalistic roar. Suddenly he clasped me with his arms, squeezing me as he pushed me down hard over his cock. I felt the warm explosion inside me, and it sent me over the edge into my own earth-shattering climax. We came together and pulsed until he was completely empty, collapsing into each other on the bed. I kissed the sweat from his chest and nestled myself there. Within moments, sleep took me.

25

Matt

The feeling I had waking up as the sun gently rose was indescribable. Warmth and comfort and satisfaction were all wrapped up in one. I was coming out of the deepest sleep I’d had in weeks, maybe even longer. Every muscle in my body felt relaxed and content, bucking my usual tradition of moving around a lot my sleep. Before I opened my eyes, I could smell lavender. It was the smell of her perfume, and it connected strongly with me. The scent alone soothed me and excited me all at once.

I became aware of the weight on my arm and the body underneath the other. She was curled up tight to me, and I was holding her around her waist. One arm was under her neck, below her pillow so she could rest as closely to me as possible. She shifted in her sleep, moving her leg up and down and settling her ankle between both of mine.

I nuzzled into her hair and took in the scent of her deeply. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw the body in my arms, outlined by the sun coming in from the window. She was wearing an old T-shirt of mine and a pair of panties that I could feel against my cock. They were silk, and just touching her made my body react and awaken.

Everything was perfect for just a few moments.

Then I realized it was all fake. As soon as the consciousness set in, as soon as I was fully aware of where I was and what had happened, the realization hit me like a lead mallet. We had tumbled into bed again. It had been raw and passionate and exciting. But we were friends with benefits and nothing more. Regardless of what the law thought.

I separated myself from her, partially because I needed the space as these thoughts ran through my mind, and partially because I didn’t want to awaken her by poking her with my hardon. I wasn’t sure how she was going to respond to us falling into bed together again as it was; the last thing I wanted was to seem like I was pushing for more. Not if she didn’t want it.

Looking at the clock, I realized we were running late already. We had an appointment to meet a jeweler to pick up the rings we would wear to fake our marriage in an hour and a half. Just enough time for us to get up, get showered and dressed, and get some breakfast before leaving.

Slowly, I slid out of the bed and went to the dresser. Grabbing a pair of boxers, a T-shirt, and some sweatpants just to have something to change into, I headed for the shower. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chloe opening her eyes and looking around just before I shut the door.

The hot water helped relax my thoughts, and I stood there for as long as I dared, knowing I needed to get things together to leave for our appointment. There was another bathroom in the hallway, and the apartment never had a problem with hot water, so I wasn’t shocked when I got out and heard the other shower running. Rather than putting on the sweats, I just walked into the bedroom wearing my towel to get my regular clothes.

By the time she got out of the shower, I was already halfway through making us a quick breakfast. I heard the water shut off and hit the coffee maker to run for a second