After that phone call, I can’t stop thinking about what she said.

“Do you think I’m selfish?”

Avah looks up from the conference table on the other side of the office. She frowns a little. “She’s getting to you, huh?”

“Just answer the question.”

She leans back, considering. “Sometimes,” she says finally. “But everyone’s selfish sometimes.”

“Carly seems to think it’s an intrinsic part of my personality.”

“Carly was just thrown into a crazy new situation that she wasn’t prepared for and is lashing out,” Avah says.

I grin a little. “You know just what to say.”

She rolls her eyes. “Look, are you being selfish with her? Yes, a little bit. But she chose to sign on for this. Now, you’re both involved, and if you can’t make it happen… well, you’re both going to jail.”

I nod once. “Right.”

“So, no time for fucking around.”

“No, no fucking around.”

“Good. And seriously, don’t make me give you another pep talk, Davis. It’s not like you.”

I laugh and shrug. “I guess she really is getting to me.”

Avah rolls her eyes and gets back to work. I stare at my computer screen and all the emails I should probably respond to, but instead I just think about Carly.

About her body, her hips. Her lips, her taste, her pussy, her voice as she came…

Avah is right. I have to get it together for both our sakes. I can’t afford to be weak right now.

But I also can’t help myself. I want Carly, pretty fucking badly. I need to figure out how to deal with her and with myself before this all gets fucked up.

Carly shows up, just like I knew she would. She’s wearing a tight pair of jeans and an old sweatshirt. Her hair is piled on top of her head, but at least she’s wearing makeup.

“You summoned me, husband?” she says, coming into my office. Her tone has a hint of anger to it.

Avah stands up. “Actually, that was me.”

Carly hesitates and I grin at her. “It’s not always my fault,” I say.

She shrugs at me and looks to Avah. “What’s up?”

“Well, you heard about the press release. We want to do some more media stuff, but we need more pictures.”

“Ah,” Carly says.

“Feel up for it?”

Carly glances at me. “Sure. Is he going to be involved?”

“Not for all of it,” I tell her. “Lucky girl.”

She ignores me.

“He’ll join you later on,” Avah says.

“Okay then. Let’s get it over with.”

“Great. Come on, this way.” Avah moves past her and the two girls leave my office. Carly doesn’t even look back in my direction.

I sigh and reply to a couple emails. I have to actively resist the fact that Carly is doing a photoshoot maybe fifty feet away.

But of course, I can’t resist that for long.

Sooner than I expected, I end up climbing to my feet and walking out into the hallway. I practically sneak toward the back room where they’re taking pictures, my heart beating fast, not sure what I’m about to see.

Someone greets me, but I ignore him. I stop at the door ahead and crack it open, peering into the space.

It’s where Carly got dressed yesterday morning for our wedding. Today though, it’s filled with lights and several people. I spot Avah right away, and the photographer.

And Carly, dressed in a short skirt, smiling, an umbrella in her hands.

I have no clue why she has an umbrella, but I don’t care. I can’t even look at it. I take almost a minute before I can comprehend the scene.

Carly is posing for pictures, smiling, moving, her hips sashaying, her lips full and perfect. She looks gorgeous, absurdly gorgeous, like they took her inner perfection and made it manifest on the outside.

No, that’s too poetic. Fuck poetry. In this moment, I’m not feeling poetry.

I’m feeling lust. I’m feeling fucking. I’m feeling hard as goddamn hell.

She looks hot. Holy shit, she looks amazing.

I sneak in the back, unable to help myself. Nobody notices me at first. The photographer instructs Carly and she does as he asks.

I stand next to Avah. She glances at me, but doesn’t look surprised. “She’s done this before,” she whispers.

“How can you tell?”

“She has an ease in front of the camera. Like it’s not weird for her at all.”

“I can see that.”

Avah grins at me. “Keep calm, soldier.”

I glare at her. “I’m calm.”

“She looks good, I know.”

“I said, I’m calm.”

She shrugs, still grinning, and shuts up,

We go back to watching. Carly doesn’t notice me. She doesn’t seem to notice anyone. They take away the umbrella, they change her top, they put her in pants, they put her in pearls. The whole time she’s focused, intent on the photographer, following his every command.

And everyone is staring at her. Nobody cares about anything else. It’s all her.

I can’t tear my eyes away. I watch for a half hour, one picture after the next, over and over again. Carly doesn’t indicate that she notices me, and I don’t want to break the spell.

“What’s this for anyway?” I ask Avah after a while.

“Story in People Magazine,” she mumbles.

“Seriously?”

She nods. “I’m that good.”

I snort, but don’t argue. She’s definitely that good.

More pictures, more poses. Eventually, the photographer steps away and everyone takes a break.

Finally, Carly notices me. It’s like she’s waking from a dream as she drifts over.

“What do you think?” she asks, eyes locked on mine.

“I think you looked good,” I say.

She smiles, and I’m surprised that it’s genuine. “Thanks.”

We watch each other carefully. Avah looks between us and sighs.

“We need you both in ten,” she says, and drifts away.

I step toward Carly. “Did you do some modeling out in LA?”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m just not camera shy. Can’t be when you’re trying to be an actress.”

I nod slowly. “I can get that.” The room’s emptying around us, people drifting out to take their break. We’re left alone, facing each other like enemy combatants.

She smiles sweetly at me. “I didn’t think you’d care enough to come watch.”

I smirk in reply. “No way I could resist.”

“Please. You’re a big, important CEO. You don’t have time for photoshoots.”

“I have time for you, little wife.” I step toward her. She doesn’t move.

She’s wearing jeans and a flowing white top, unbuttoned just enough to show off her breasts. I can’t help but stare at her chest, picturing her full breasts in my hands as she rides my hard cock, sweating and moaning, back arching, ready to—

“What?” she asks. “You’re staring at me.”

I take a breath. “I can’t help it.”

“Try harder.”

“No. I keep thinking about this morning.” I step closer to her. She blinks as I place my thumb on her chin, sliding it up to touch her bottom lip.

“You should forget about that.”

“You said you wanted to play along,” I say softly. “You want to play the part. Do you even know what the part is?”

“Your wife,” she whispers.

“My obedient wife,” I correct. “My meek, obedient wife.”

She snorts, shakes my thumb away. “I’m not meek.”

I step closer, taking her by the hair. She gasps as my lips graze hers on the way to whisper in her ear. “But you do obey.”

“Davis,” she groans.

I kiss her, deep and slow. I can’t help myself. Watching her model has my blood up, ringing in my ears, desire rushing through me.

I love her kiss, her taste, her tongue. It’s a fresh meadow, a spring morning, a mist on the skin during a hike. It’s fresh and good and everything I’ve been missing from my life, all wrapped up into one.

I pull back and she stares at me, blinking, dazed.

I tighten my grip on her hair. “I need you to do something for me,” I say softly.

“What?” she whispers.

“I want you to prove how much you want to play your part, Carly.”

“How?”

“Get down on your knees.”

She bites her lip. “Right here?”

I kiss her softly. “Obey me, Carly. Do you want to be rich? Do you want to feel good?”

She hesitates before sinking to her knees. I’m so fucking hard I can barely stand it.

I don’t need to tell her what else to do. She reaches forward on her own, unbuckles my belt, tugs down my slacks. She stares up into my eyes, her expression mingled with desire and anger, like before.

I love it. I fucking love it.

She pulls down my boxer briefs and I catch a surprised glint in her eyes when she takes my big cock in her hands. I’m thick and long, bigger than I bet she’s ever seen.

She takes me into her mouth after a few tentative strokes. I let out a soft, satisfied groan.

“Don’t be shy,” I whisper. “You want to be a good wife, don’t you?”

She takes me deeper into her mouth. I groan, grab her hair tight.

“Anyone could walk in right now, Carly,” I tell her as she starts to suck me faster. She can barely fit my big cock in her mouth, but she’s working, her incredible tongue sliding around the tip of my cock. “They’d catch you down on your knees, sucking me off. Is that what you want?”

She pulls back, stroking me. “No,” she says.

“Then you’d better suck my cock like you fucking mean it.”

She glares at me but takes me into her mouth again. This time, she slides me into her throat. She gags once, twice, but I slide deeper, and she takes me entirely.

I groan. It’s so fucking sexy, watching her deepthroat my cock. She pulls back, sucking me, sliding up and down faster. She trails her lip with her hand, rubbing spit into my shaft.

I grab her hair, pulling it tight. We don’t have long before someone comes back in, but I’m not holding back.

I push her down on my cock, pushing into her throat. I fuck her mouth, her pretty face, and she takes it. She works my shaft, sucking me, bobbing back and forth.

“Fuck, girl, you’re so goddamn sexy. Watching you take those pictures had me fucking hard the whole time,” I whisper to her as she works my cock with both hands. “I’ve been rock hard since I married you. Every second I’ve been thinking about you, thinking about fucking your tight pussy, getting you off, making you scream my name.”

She sucks me faster and I grab her hair. I can’t help myself. I can’t hold back any longer.

I come in her pretty mouth, thick spurts of it. She doesn’t even miss a beat. She swallows my cum, every single drop. When I finish, she licks my cock clean.

I groan, buzzing with pleasure. I manage to get my cock back in my pants as she stands.

“Was that good enough?” she asks me sweetly.

“That was more than good enough,” I say softly.

“Good.” She kisses me, opens her mouth, tongue into mine. “Do you like your own taste?” she whispers in my ear before walking away.

I’m left alone in the room to buckle my belt. I can’t help but laugh.

God damn. That fucking girl is amazing.

I’m grinning like a moron for the rest of the day.