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Fynn clears his throat, pulling my attention his way. He jerks his chin toward the direction Nicholas took our bags, his eyes narrowing on me. "Now, Valerie."
I give his mom a wobbly smile as panic twists my gut.
Something has happened. Maybe someone sent him an email. Made him realize keeping me around was a terrible idea.
I try to keep breathing as I walk down the hall ahead of him, not really sure where I'm going, his presence at my back making my stomach and my thighs clench. Like my body can't decide if it's terrified or aroused.
"To the left." Fynn's voice is sharp, making me jump a little as I duck into the room he indicates. I take a few steps in before managing to pull in a deep breath, straightening my shoulders as I spin to face him. "I—"
"No talking." Fynn closes the door, flipping the lock before prowling my way, yanking at the buttons of his shirt. "You have had plenty of time to talk to me, Valerie."
I take a step back, because it's a natural reaction when a man is looking at you the way he’s looking at me now. "I have talked to you."
"Have you?" He yanks his shirt open, dropping it to the floor. "Because it would seem there is yet another thing you have failed to mention."
He keeps coming and I keep backing up, but the room is unfamiliar and within a few more steps, my legs hit the back of the bed. I'm not expecting it, so I go tumbling backward and he takes full advantage, his big body crawling over mine.
I suck in a breath as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against him. Flush against the hard line of his very erect dick as he hauls me up the bed.
"I've told you everything." I try to plead my case, even though he’s being very distracting, and it has every nerve ending in my body lighting up.
"That’s a lie." Fynn drops me to the pillows then one hand skims up my thighs, gripping the waistband of my panties before yanking them down to my knees. "Otherwise you would have told me how it is you know so much about business."
"What?" I'm so fucking confused. Confused and turned on, which is extra confusing.
He flips up the skirt of my dress and grips me behind my knees, pressing both thighs against my chest, presenting my bare pussy to his heated gaze. "Business, Valerie. How do you know so much about it?" One hand grabs my panties where they’re stretched between my knees, winding them up until my legs lock together. He uses the hold to keep me pinned in place as his free hand moves over my presented pussy. "Tell me."
"I have a degree in—" I suck in a breath as one long finger slides into me.
Fynn slowly penetrates my body, filling me with something that's not quite enough. "A degree in what?"
I clutch at the blankets as he strokes in and out of me, trying to keep my train of thought. "Business and marketing."
His finger slides out of me, and I whimper at the loss, but then it slides higher, teasing along the side of my clit, just far enough away that it's not providing the stimulation I want. "Why didn't you tell me this?"
I wiggle around, trying to line myself up for a direct hit, but Fynn’s grip on my panties pulls tighter, limiting my movement and making me huff out a frustrated breath. "You wanted to know that I had a degree in business and marketing?"
His eyes lift to my face, a second finger joining the first, splitting up each side of my neglected clit. "I want to know everything about you, wife."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
FYNN
MY ANGER IS irrational, I know that. But at this point, I've given up any hope of being reasonable when my wife is concerned.
"I didn't mean to—" Val's legs jerk and her words cut off on a squeak when the next stroke of my fingers slides closer to her clit.
"You didn't mean to, what?" I drag my teasing digits away from the hardened nub I know she desperately wants my attention focused on and sink back into her body, nearly groaning with how wet and tight and hot she is.
Before leaving for my mother’s, we phoned a physician friend of mine who, after speaking with Valerie, was more than happy to provide not only my medical records, but also a prescription. One that was filled and delivered before we even had breakfast.
Did it cost me an arm and a leg? Yes. But it was worth every penny.
"I didn't think my college education was relevant." Valerie’s explanation is soft. Breathy.
And misguided.
"I find everything about you relevant, wife." I lean back, watching as my fingers curve in and out of her body.
