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“Yes, just sleep,” I said.
“That’s a third strike. You don’t lie to me. You always tell the truth, Marinka, even if it makes you uncomfortable.” He cocked his head to the side. “My shy little wifey is wet, aroused, and she probably wants to play with me…”
“No. I’m leaving.” I pulled the covers off me, but he quickly caught my wrists and pulled me down on the bed.
“Just lie down, Marinka. We are going to sleep. I’m fucking exhausted and so are you.” He sighed.
I was just about to tell him to get lost, but then thought better of it. I almost asked him what he meant by strikes but I figured I wasn’t ready to find out. Besides, as he said, I was pretty tired, too. It had been a long and emotional day.
He let go of me and I made myself comfortable. He turned around to grab a pair of boxers from the dresser, giving me a view of the perfect butt that made my mouth water. Then he switched off the lights and climbed in bed. He scooted behind me and pulled me to him so we were spooning. His erection poked me in the back.
Gosh, how he was expecting me to sleep like that?
“You’re still hard,” I murmured. “Aren’t you going to do anything about it?” I couldn’t believe I said that. Must have been his musky, clean scent and the way he was holding me addling my brain. Somehow though, I trusted him to not force himself on me. He wouldn’t do anything unless I asked for it.
“Don’t worry about it, teacup. Just be a good girl and go to sleep,” he muttered.
He couldn’t have been serious. I was now wide awake. I shut my eyes and concentrated on my new breathing technique. And Lilly. She was the light at the end of the tunnel and I wanted to be the best mother I could be for her. Sebastian was breathing calmly and it didn’t take long for me to sense he was fast asleep. The bastard was snoring, yet his dick was still hard.
How was this even possible?
I managed to wiggle away from him and turn around. For a long moment, I just watched him in the darkness, wondering what kind of man he was—if he had any hobbies, interests, or even fears.
The new me wanted to find out as much as I could about my husband. Dr. Stephens said memories were unpredictable and no two cases were the same. What if I never got mine back? Might as well get to know Sebastian and perhaps with time, everything would fall into place—whether I recovered the old me or not. I didn’t want to keep living with a stranger, depending on something to happen to my brain. I had to make things happen.
I must have eventually drifted off to sleep. At some point in the night, Sebastian wrapped his arm around me and we were spooning once again. I was too exhausted and fed up of fighting it all to try to move away from him. Besides, his body fit mine perfectly.
In the morning, the gentle sounds of chirping birds woke me up. My body was locked in the embrace of strong arms that held me close. It took me a while to realize where I was. All the memories from the night before started floating back to me.
Sebastian raped me. No … that had been a dream. A terrible yet, at the same time, very hot dream that turned me on so much, I was riddled with shame.
Now here I was, sleeping with my husband.
Something hard and thick was poking me at the back again. I cursed under my breath. He wasn’t even awake. A wave of desire pooled in the pit of my stomach.
I tried to move, but was loath to wake him up. His breath teased my nape, making the hair there stand on end. He’d kept his word. He didn’t force himself on me in any way. If he wanted to, he’d have done it last night after he caught me in his bed.
A warm feeling spread across my chest. He admitted he’d been faithful to me all this time. He hadn’t been with any other woman for four years, and that was impressive. Tears stung my eyes, born from the pain of loss and regret, but I refused to let them fall.
By some miracle, I had the opportunity to start over, and suddenly, I didn’t want to waste any more time. It seemed to me obscene to do so.
I turned and reached out to touch his cock through his boxers, not even sure what I was supposed to do. Fuck, I felt pathetic because I couldn’t remember any of this. All I had to go by was a blank slate, kept so by sheer inexperience.
I brushed the material of his boxers with a tentative hand and he stirred, muttering something incoherent. He sounded like a bear that was just woken up from a deep sleep.
“What are you doing, Marinka?” he mumbled, eyes still closed.
“Exploring.” I giggled, pretty sure I was sounding like a crazy, sex-starved woman. I was definitely acting out of character, but I put a stop to the second-guessing and kept going, tracing the length of the hard shaft with my index finger.
When I reached the head, he grabbed my hand and shoved it unceremoniously inside his boxers. I gasped upon making contact with the large, veiny member. I explored the length again, all to the way to the tip, eliciting a loud groan from Sebastian.
“Hmmm, that feels so good. Stroke it,” he said, now sounding a little more awake. “I want to do so many things to you…”
My panties were soaked at this point. Useless denying it—I wanted this man, stranger or not. Was this insanity? Maybe not. This foreign feeling, the tingling through my body, the butterflies in my stomach … I loved it. The need was real, deep inside my core.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and started moving my hand up and down, just the way he was guiding me to do.
“You’re so big,” I whispered.
