Everything was more vibrant and expressive when Jer was inside me. It was as if I could see colors that didn’t exist. I could reach out and touch sensations my skin had never felt. I experienced my body in an entirely new way. And I loved every second of it.

His cock was a continuous gift, pleasing me in new ways every time we fucked.

“Oh, Jer,” I moaned.

He raked his teeth over my bottom lip. “You’re hot, Evie. So fucking hot.”

God, he made me feel sexy and beautiful. Something I hadn’t felt in years. It was my own fault. I stopped dating. I stopped trying to leave Newton Hills. I gave up on romance and sex. I put my family first and my dreams second. At least, until I decided I wanted to have a baby.

The idea that we were making a baby this way, made my body quiver. Every part of me twitched and trembled. I looked in his eyes. It was as if a curtain had been dropped around us. I only saw Jeremy. His hulking body, taking me over the edge of sanity. His smoldering stare drowning me in lust.

There was no end to how many times he could make me come. My hips danced forward as I sucked on his thumb. With every breath, I felt my nipples harden. I was only seconds away from combusting with my first orgasm. It wasn’t going to be a quiet and soft climax. No, not the way Jeremy fucked.

It was going to be deafening and ear-splitting as the orgasm thundered through my limbs. My hands moved to his shoulders. I dug into his firm skin.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered, knowing I was finally unbound. I let my release consume me with swaths of color and light. It tore through my veins and pounded in my core. It suffocated my thoughts with feverish want.

“Holy shit,” I screamed toward the ceiling as I came apart in his arms.

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed as he thrust inside me again. A long groan escaped from his perfect lips. I knew he was filling me again with his release. We both vibrated, sending more waves over the side of the tub.

I rested my forehead on his shoulder as the water settled.

“Maybe we should get a tub like this for the apartment,” he commented.

“The apartment?” I leaned away so I could see his expression.

“In New York.”

“Are you saying we’re going to live together?”

Weren’t these the conversations engaged couples had before they got married? We had skipped every step in the book.

He shrugged. “You’re my wife, Evie. You should move into my apartment.”

I stared at him blankly. “We hadn’t talked about it.”

He laughed. “We haven’t talked about much. Quick reunion. Quicker elopement.”

I slid back so I could unwind my legs in the tub. I stretched out next to him. “What do you mean? Like roommates?” I was confused.

“How else are you going to get pregnant? You can’t very well fly back and forth to Newton Hills. You can use the jets, but it’s only going to delay the payout.”

He had a valid point. I had tried for months to schedule insemination around the choice dates of my cycle. It wasn’t ideal. Living with Jer certainly increased the odds of conceiving much more quickly.

“What do you say we rinse off in the shower?”

He stood, helping me to my feet. He drained the tub water and started the shower.

I was surprised at how quickly I lost my timidity around him. I didn’t know if it was the loose strands of familiarity we had, but I had already surrendered a part of myself to him. After all, he was going to be the father of my child. He had seen me completely drunk. He had seen my orgasm face. And he had licked every square inch of my body. What was there to shield him from?

I walked into the marbled shower, eyeing his chiseled ass. The water felt good on my shoulders. I stood under the second set of nozzles. It was a double shower.

“I think I could sleep for a week.” I began to wash my hair.

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” He reached for the soap.

“Have you ever taken time off like that?” I asked. “Do you take long vacations?”

He ran the shampoo through his thick hair. “No. Never. Too busy.”

I thought back to his reaction to my honeymoon suggestion. “Well, when you inherit your father’s money maybe you could do that.”

He rinsed his back. I watched the suds swirl once before disappearing in the drain. “Maybe when I retire.”

“What’s the point of the money if you don’t enjoy it?”

“The point is to have it.” There was a deep crease between his eyes.

“And then what?” I challenged. “You can’t take it with you when you go.”

“You don’t think I know that?” He turned off his side of the water, plucked a towel from the hook, and walked out of the shower.

Shit. His father had only died two weeks ago.

“I’m sorry, Jer. I shouldn’t have said that.”

He toweled off his hair before wrapping it around his waist. “We need to go. I’ll be waiting for you.”

He closed the bathroom door.

I finished the rest of my shower in silence, realizing we had just had our first marital spat. As I dried off, I knew I didn’t like the feeling of fighting with my husband, whether the marriage was real or not.

I jumped when I heard Jeremy’s phone. He had left it on the counter next to the sink.

A gorgeous blonde flashed on the screen.

Sasha.

My stomach rolled. There was someone else. Someone beautiful with flawless pale skin and lush red lips.

I couldn’t go through with this. What in the hell was I thinking?