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There is something about the word.
Wife.
Not my usual desire to possess someone between the sheets. A new desire to offer some part of myself I normally hold close.
Three months with Daphne.
It will be harder to say goodbye at the end, but I can suffer that torture.
"I can't do three months," she says. "We can stay married, on paper, for as long as you need, but I can only play house for three weeks." She speaks with finality. There's no room to question or counter. "That's my final offer. My only offer."
"I've already admitted I'm desperate."
"I know. I should ask for a hundred grand in the proceedings. Or at least to saddle you with half of this semester's student loans."
"But you've already said your parents pay your tuition."
She lets out an easy laugh. It eases the tension in her brow and shoulders. Not all the way, but enough. "Then a hundred grand for a down payment. You can afford it." Her fingers brush my watch.
"If I make partner, I can afford it next year." Partnerships usually come with a buy-in. I have to buy my stake in the firm. Next year, I'll participate in the profits, which could be hundreds of thousands or millions.
This year, well—
This year, I'm not buying any extra designer watches.
"Save the money," she says. "Buy yourself a designer tie too."
"They're not that expensive."
"A bunch. That's what you said last night, isn't it?" She smiles, and this time, it's easy, free. She's here with me. She's happy.
She's happy to fuck me, yes.
But it's notjustsex.
She didn't sayI'll fuck you for three weeks. She said play house.
It's not exactlyI really want to be your wife, but it's more thanI want to fuck you.
It's some in-between space I've never really explored.
She continues, "Didn't you say you wished you were wearing a tie, so you could wrap it around my wrists when we got back to the room."
"You remember?" The thought sends blood rushing south. And centrally. My heart and my dick sing. She remembers my dirty promises. And her decision to marry me.
"A little." She bites her lips. "And I… do you think… could we do that now? You know. Seal our contract with a little physical contact?"
"It's not traditional," I say, "but I'll allow it."
She smiles. "How do you want to do that… do you have a routine or… do you mind talking about it? Most guys don't want to talk about sex."
"Why not?" I ask.
She tilts her head to one side, trying to figure out how to explain it to me. She has this look when she's thinking. An adorable and sexy and totally badass look.
I like her a lot.
Too much maybe.
