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What the fuck is up with that?
“Can you please put some clothes on? I can’t think with you naked and on display like that!” Skylar covered her eyes as she hung on to the sheet covering her body for dear life.
“What’s wrong, wife? Tired of this already?” Dyllan prodded.
“Not. Funny.”
“What happened to this marital bliss Travis and Zach keep talking about? Surely you haven’t lost that already.” Dyllan smirked as he reached down and slid on his boxers.
“Now you have a sense of humour? Why are you not freaking out like I am?” Skylar’s voice raised higher and higher the more that she spoke. Soon she’d be at a pitch that only dogs could hear.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged.
“You don’t know? Just great!” Skylar opened her fingers slightly and peeked through the gap. “Can I look now? Are you decent?”
“Nothing about me will ever be decent, wife,” he growled. He couldn’t help egging her on. He should be freaked out. He should be panicking just like she was, but for some reason, he wasn’t.
“Well, duh. But are you covered?”
“Yes, I’m covered.”
He watched as she lowered her hand and appraised him. He didn’t try to hide the fact that his boxers barely contained how much he wasn’t freaking out. In fact, his body was very much reacting to the naked Skylar lying in his bed.
“Wait, if we were naked, did we have sex?”
More images from the night before flashed in Dyllan’s mind. Them leaving the bar after the intense moment of Skylar baring herself to him about her ex-finacé. Them joking about how funny it would be if they wound up married. Then passing by a chapel that boasted Elvis as the officiant.
“What? What does that look on your face mean? Did you remember something?” Skylar asked, sitting up on her knees while clutching the sheet. “I can’t do this naked. Pass me your shirt, please.”
Dyllan raised an eyebrow. “Stealing my clothes already?”
“I don’t want to have this conversation without any clothes on, and I don’t feel like putting my dress back on.” She held out her hand toward him and made the ‘gimme’ motion.
Dyllan chuckled as he reached down and threw the shirt he’d worn the previous night at her.
“Now turn around.” Skylar turned her finger in a circle, directing him.
He chuckled as he turned, covering his eyes with his hand for good measure. “Is this better?”
“Much,” her voice was dry.
He smiled, picturing her dropping the sheet, her naked body on his bed. The rustling of fabric drew a picture in his mind of his red and black plaid shirt draped over her body. He couldn’t stop his reaction to just the image of her wearing his shirt. His cock pulsed with need, and it took everything in him not to reach down and grip it in his hand. Anything to ease the tension building within his body.
“You can turn back now.” Her soft voice sounded sultry as she cooed the words to him. Like a siren, he was drawn to her.
Fucking get it together, Thompson.
Steeling himself, he turned to find the image in his head of Skylar wearing his shirt was nothing compared to the real thing. Her messed golden curls draped down over his shirt, oversized on her, falling almost to her knees. The unclasped buttons at the top revealed a hint of her cleavage. His mouth watered at the sight.
“So, what are we going to do?” She asked, snapping his attention to her eyes.
“About?” His mind drew a blank on what they were talking about before she donned his shirt.
Skylar rolled her eyes. “Being married. Obviously, we need to go get this annulled, A.S.A.P.”
“No. Absolutely not.” Ice ran through his veins, dousing him, ridding him of the lust he felt a moment ago.
“Fine. A divorce, then. We just need to get this done quickly before anyone knows.” Skylar placed her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at him as she stood on the other side of the bed.
