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  "I'm making sure you know how much I want you, and checking to see if you want me, too. You do want me. Don't you, baby?"

  She doesn't answer. She doesn't have to.

  "Hold this." I pull the front of her dress up and wait for her to take it. Once she does, I lean forward and kiss the outside of her upper thigh.

  "Troy, don't."

  Before I acknowledge her, I lift my champagne glass with one hand, dip my fingers back into it, then rub them along her clit. My heart hammers against my chest. I never thought I had it in me to go this far, to push her this hard, but I do, and she's been fully engaged up until now.

  I'm greedy. I can't be satisfied and leave it here. I need to push further and keep going. I won't stop. Not until I taste her. Not until I drink champagne from her. I repeat the action, this time plunging my alcohol-soaked fingers inside her. She gasps and closes her eyes as she leans against the wall for support.

  "I'll stop if it's what you really want. Do you want me to stop?" I ask, looking up at her through my lashes as I dip my fingers in the glass once more.

  "No." It comes out in a whimper.

  Ready and willing to give her what she wants, I lean forward and kiss her thigh again. I trail soft wet kisses across her leg until I reach the inside, nearing her apex.

  "Oh, Troy!"

  Hearing the need in her voice as she calls my name threatens my control. I lift her calf and rest it on my shoulder, giving me better access to her center. With one last dip of my fingers, I wipe them along her slit then spread her folds with my fingers before allowing my tongue the privilege of following their lead.

  "Fuck, you taste good."

  I pull away and repeat, soaking her clit and pussy with champagne, and then lapping it off her. Marlena is moaning, and the sound has me teetering on the edge.

  "Troy!" She calls my name out louder. "Oh, yes!"

  She's close. I need to pull her over the edge. I pump my fingers in and out while my tongue flicks over her most sensitive spot.

  "Please! Please!" she pleads. "Please don't stop!"

  Her body tenses up as it tightens. She tries to pull away as she screams out. But I don't allow her an escape, not until her body relaxes. Once she does, I stand and lean my chest against her, pressing her into the wall while my mouth devours hers.

  There's no hesitation, Marlena's arms wrap around my neck, holding me tight while she kisses me back. I feel close to her. Closer than I've felt in a long time. I lean my forehead against hers and stroke her cheek with my thumb

  "I'm so sorry I was a shit earlier." I whisper. "You're the most important thing in my life. Do you think you can forgive me?"

  "Of course," she smiles. Unlike the smile she offered when she was outside with Cooper, this one is real. It shines through her eyes. "I'm sorry, too. I overreacted."

  This is headway.

  "Let's play hooky and not go home tonight. My mother's already taking care of Mia. I don't care if we hang out with them or not. Just say yes, Marlena. Let me ravish your body over and over and make you feel the way you do right now. It's been too long since we've been like this."

  "Yes."

  Her mouth crushes mine. It's like a fucking homecoming.

  Before I let her go and give her a chance to change her mind, I pull my phone out and call my mother. After I hang up, I reach down and rub the fabric of the dress between her legs.

  "Every time you move tonight and you feel the material brush up against your pussy, I want you to remember exactly what you felt a few minutes ago when my mouth was there."

  She sucks in a deep breath. Knowing she's visualizing just that and that she's probably wet all over again, I give her a quick peck on the lips, take her hand, and lead her back out to the party.

  Chapter 3

  Marlena

  I'm replaying the night of Noah and Lexi's wedding as I bring Mia inside the house and unpack the groceries from my car.

  *

  We gather in Noah and Lexi's suite. The festive atmosphere carries over with us from the reception. Our crew isn't ready to stop partying. Bottles of champagne pop open and spill over as glasses are filled, emptied, and refilled. I don't remember the last time I saw the guys acting this silly, calling each other names and reminiscing about how cool they thought they were back in their high school days.

  I listen to the playful ribbing, but I can't take my eyes off of Troy. There's something different about him tonight. He's relaxed and playful, and it's incredibly sexy. Even now with his shirt hanging out of his tuxedo pants, he makes my heart race.

  "You were the dorkiest group of losers," Lexi says, teasing the guys. "I don't know how any girl gave you a second look. Any of you."

  "Oh really?" Noah says, pulling Lexi onto his lap. "You're going to pretend you weren't hot for me back then?"

  "I don't know what you're talking about, party boy."

  "You wanted me and you know it. Admit it." Noah pulls her to the couch and flips her onto her back. Lexi fights back by pulling Noah into a kiss, at which point I'm pretty sure they regret inviting the rest of us back to their room.

  "Knock it off," Cooper interjects, using the back of Noah's shirt to pull him up. "She's still my sister."

  "Not until she admits she wanted me. Besides, I can kiss her anytime I want because now she's my wife."

  While the happy trio is bickering, Troy approaches the chair in the corner that I'm sitting in.

  "Mind if I join you?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

  "Not at all." I stand so he can sit. Once he's settled, he pulls me onto his lap, one hand around my waist, the other hidden beneath the never-ending material of my dress.

  "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" he asks, moving his hand up my thigh and over.

  I clear my throat, signaling him to stop.

  "Yes."

  "Did I tell you how much I want you?" he asks in a low voice as his palm rubs against my pussy.

  "Troy, stop!" I say, looking around to make sure no one is looking at us.

  "Make me," he teases, wiggling his eyebrows, working a finger between my folds and circling it around my clit.

  My face is burning with embarrassment, but the idea of him touching me like this, in a room full of people, makes me wet instantly. I look around at our otherwise occupied friends, hoping no one will realize what he's doing.

  "You want me to stop?" he whispers in my ear before nibbling on my lobe. "Is that what you really want?"

  I have to say yes, it's the right answer, because we're in a room full of people, but I don't want to say it. I feel a longing, a pulsing between my legs, and it's so strong, I can't think straight. I want everything he's willing to give. He's never done anything like this, and all I want to do is take him by the hand and disappear in the bathroom so we could fuck right now. This instant.

  "I'll stop, baby. But first you have to cum for me."

  "Troy!"

  "Right here, in front of everyone, Marlena. Just cum, and I'll stop."

  His words alone bring me to the edge of oblivion. But he doesn't end it there. He slips two fingers inside me. I suck in a deep breath as quietly as I can, leaving me to once again look around frantically, making sure our friends aren't paying attention to us.

  No one is looking. I don't know if they know what's going on and are making it a point to ignore us or if it is just my good fortune that no one gives a shit what we're doing, but either way I'm relieved. I bury my face in his neck, moving my lower half slightly, needing to feel that release again.

  Troy must know I'm about to cum, because he covers my mouth with his, just before I let go.

  "Well guys, sorry to cut this short, but Marlena and I are going to call it a night," he says, helping me to my feet and pulling me out by the hand before I can protest.

  We rush out of the suite and down the hall to our room, giggling all the way.

  "You're so bad," I say as he opens the door.

  "That's right. You're about to se
e just how bad," he says, pulling me into the room and pressing me against the wall. "Are you ready, baby? Because I've been waiting to fuck you all night. I made sure I took care of you, but now it's my turn."

  I rush to get him out of the tux, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt and waistband of his pants as he unzips my dress and lets it fall down to my feet.

  "You're so fucking hot," he says, soaking me in like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world.

  "What are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to fuck me."

  He yanks me against him and crushes his mouth over mine. Before I can catch my breath, Troy picks me up and tosses me on the bed. He's rough as he bends my legs, bringing my knees up as high as they can go and spreading them open wide. I keep my eyes locked on his as he enters me. I cry out at the feeling of him ramming his entire length deep inside me.

  Troy stops to check my reaction. I close my eyes and welcome more. "You feel so good inside me."

  "You want more?"

  "Yes."

  "Do you want it like this?" he asks, pumping harder into me.

  "Yes! Fuck me harder!"

  And he does. He thrusts in and out of me, pulling his entire length out almost completely only to slam back in with speed and force unlike ever before. He's fucking me so hard my tits bounce up and down like I'm riding a horse, and my brain feels like gelatin bouncing around my skull. But it's good, no, it's great, and it's all I can think of, that Troy is fucking me like a wild animal. I cum again before I feel Troy spasm as he spills into me.

  Hot and sweaty, we collapse on the bed together. We both gasp while trying to catch our breath.

  "We should do this at least once a month," Troy says, moving his fingers up and down my arm as I rest my head against his chest.

  "What? Have sex?"

  "Once a month? You think you're getting off that easy? I'm not letting you pull that shit again," he says, filling his hand with my breast.

  "What are you talking about?" I giggle.

  "Shit, I want sex every day. No more of this sexless marriage. Got it?"

  "We don't have a sexless marriage, we have sex at least once every other week."

  "It feels like once a year." His brows furrow together. "Even when it's more often. Until tonight. Tonight was better for you, too, wasn't it?"

  "Better?"

  "Come on baby, you know what I mean. Better than it's been in years," he says, ghosting his fingers down my arm, making me shiver. "No. Tonight was the best it's ever been. From the minute you walked into the bridal room, there's been an electric current sizzling between us. Raw heat I thought we lost. I'm willing to do whatever I have to make sure it doesn't fizzle out again."

  "Tonight's the first time in a really long time that I feel like you want me."

  It's hard to admit, especially with the way we've been acting tonight, but it is the root of our problems. As much as I want to pretend things were fine until recently, it's been a long time since Troy looked at me with a burning hunger in his eyes, like he had to have me right this minute or he'd explode. And it's been too long since we stayed up all night like this, touching and talking.

  "I always want you, baby. You know that, don't you?"

  "No." I shake my head. "You always want to have sex. I just happen to be a convenient vessel for it because I'm lying in bed next to you. Tonight feels like you wanted me."

  Troy pulls back. His forearms are on either side of my head, and he pushes his weight up just enough to look down in my eyes. The mood's different. The somber look on his face pulls at my chest. I didn't want to ruin things. Not tonight.

  "Do you mean that? You think I only want to have sex with you because you happen to be there?"

  I shrug and look away, nervous that I ruined more than just the mood.

  Troy takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and turns my head back so that I'm forced to face him again.

  "Marlena, I love you. But I lust you, too. Don't you know that? You've been so busy, so tired, and to tell you the truth, I feel like you haven't wanted me in forever."

  I brush my fingers over his trimmed beard. "It was such a turn on tonight, when you took control and told me what to do. It allowed me to just get lost in what was happening."

  "So you want me to be bossy and controlling?"

  I'm afraid to answer. Afraid he's going to lose respect for me. Instead of speaking, I nibble on my lip.

  "Marlena?" His voice has that stern tone he used with me earlier in the night, and it's so fucking hot. I feel desire building in the bottom of my belly.

  "In the bedroom, yes."

  "Wow." He looks shocked as he takes it in, then he grins mischievously at me. "Are you saying you want to be my sub?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. "Because having you on your hands and knees calling me master, it doesn't get better than that."

  "No." I slap his chest. "You can go to hell if you think I'm going to give up control so you can beat and whip me if I don't do everything you order me to do, or do it the way you want it done."

  "I think you're lying." A playful light sparks in his eyes. "You just said you liked it. You like me telling you what to do when I fuck you," he whispers as he grabs both my hands and pins them down over my head, transferring both wrists into one of his hands. His now free hand trails down the side of my body until it reaches my hip. Troy shifts his weight enough to let his hand not only get between us, but between my legs as well.

  "You dirty, dirty girl." A wicked smile forms on his lips. "You don't just like it, you love it."

  "Fuck you."

  "You're so wet just thinking about it." I hate that I'm so transparent. "Tell me what you want, Marlena. Do you want me to tie you up? Or take you over my knee and spank you?"

  "Don't even think about it."

  "I'm not only thinking about it, I'm imagining it." He gives me a light slap on the side of my ass. "I'm planning it right now." His mouth moves down to my neck, where he unleashes his tongue. "Picture it, baby. Picture you bent over, tied up to the corner post of our bed while I use my hand to slap your bare ass. Or maybe I should get a paddle. What do you think?" he asks before gathering my hair into his hand and pulling before entering me again.

  He plunges in deep. I gasp, but I want more. His free hand moves up to my breast. He tweaks my nipple hard. He's never been this rough, and I never thought I'd like it so much. His mouth lowers and closes around my hard, pebbled nipple while his fingers pinch and pull at the other one.

  "Do you want me to stop?"

  "No." I plead, hating how fucking desperate I sound, but fuck does this feel good.

  "You want more?" His thrusts are deeper, harder. He's showing no mercy. I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week.

  "Yes! Please, Yes!"

  "Then cum for me," he orders, moving his hand down to play with my clit.

  My thighs tighten, my back arcs, and my pussy throbs around him as I give myself over to the orgasm completely.

  *

  I grab the last bag of groceries out of my trunk, remembering how amazing he made my body feel, how thoroughly fucked and beautiful I felt lying in his arms. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, remembering the warmth and scent of his body before hitting the button to close the garage door.

  The door between the garage and kitchen isn't shut yet when I look back and see it. I don't know what's worse, knowing it's about to happen, or hearing the crash when it does.

  BANG!

  I never closed the hatchback door, and the metal piece that connects the door and the pulley of the opener crashes into the glass on the back window of my car and then there is another loud bang, like it completely smashed something. In full panic mode, I hit the button again, because I'm not sure how much more damage it will do if I let it go down all the way.

  BANG!

  Fuck, the door hit the open rear door again on the way up.

  The noise alone makes me jump and shake, like a bomb just went off. I thought the glass broke, but it
looks like it’s intact.

  Mia screams as she waddles over, afraid of the loud crashing noises. I can't bend down to pick her up, I can't do anything but look on in horror as half the garage door falls off the tracks and hangs ominously over my car. My heart is screaming and pounding furiously against my chest. I'm scared. I feel like I'm having convulsions, I'm shaking so bad. No matter how I try, I can't steady my hands or slow my breathing. I'm frozen in place, afraid if I move the door is going to come off completely and crush or at least badly damage my car.

  I don't know what to do. I stare at it helplessly. In my panicked state, I'm not thinking clearly. My head hurts and I'm so confused. I don't know who to even call to fix this, or if it can be fixed. All I know is that once Troy sees it, all the good feelings, all the headway from this past weekend are going to be out the window.

  *

  "I would have called someone if you just told me who to call," I explain as Cooper searches my garage for a ladder and tools.

  "I told you it's no big deal."

  "I still don't understand why Selene had to tell you."

  Cooper doesn't answer before opening the ladder and setting it up. "I happened to be home, and you happened to be in need of my services."

  "I don't need anything from you," I snap.

  "Marlena, stop being a bitch. I'm trying to help you. And if you don't want my help then fine, think of it as me helping Troy."

  I'm even more pissed at myself when I hear the ugly sigh escape my mouth at the mention of my husband.

  "Cooper, please. I hate to ask you for anything. Believe me, I'd rather chew my own hand off than owe you anything, but please don't mention this to him."

  He crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry, Marlena. But I'm here alone with you while your husband is at work, I don't know what your intentions are, so I need a good reason why you want to keep this between us."

  I should've known he'd be a dick. That's Cooper. I narrow my eyes and point at him, "Don't you dare make this out to be more than it is."

  He smirks. "I'm not. But I don't like the fact that you're shaking like a leaf and looking to keep this all from Troy. He'll understand. Besides, there’s a pretty deep scratch under your rear window. How are you going to explain that?"