Free Just Married (More than Friends) by Jenna Bayley-Burke

wanted a modern marriage, and you know what that means.”
    “I have no idea.” He pushed a hand through his hair. He needed to get off the eggshells he’d been walking on ever since he’d asked her to marry him. “Enlighten me.”
    “Blow jobs are a once-a-year deal, on your birthday.” She counted her new rules on her fingers. “We’ll schedule sex for Wednesdays before the eleven o’clock news, unless I’m too tired. We’ll do it in the missionary position, with the lights off. And I don’t wax if you don’t.”
    As if. He gripped his cock and pumped, pinning her with a stare and all but daring her to look down. He’d never known anyone more engaged during sex than Mira. She loved it; he secretly wondered if she loved it even more than he did. She’d always been able to surprise him in bed, but never like this.
    “And one more thing,” she said, settling herself against the mountain of pillows. “We’ll sleep in separate bedrooms. You snore.”
    “This is the honeymoon suite. There is one bed. And I plan on wearing it out.” Uncertainty sliced through him. She’d just described his biggest fear about marriage—that everything he loved about being with Mira would change. If he’d known he would lose his best friend over this, he would have let Dirk have the estate. Nothing was worth having Mira change.
    “You can sleep on the chaise.”
    “The only thing that chair is good for is getting comfortable while you ride me.”
    “Not tonight, dear, I have a headache.” She rested her head against the pillows and closed her eyes. “Good night. Be a doll and get the lights, will you?”
    She had him, right up until she started to laugh. “Come kiss me.”
    She held out her arms for him and he moved into the embrace. His lips searched hers with a slow certainty, his hands cupping her face. She turned and kissed her way along the stubble of his jaw.
    “Did you forget about my secret?” she whispered in his ear.
    “Found it.” He reached between her legs and cupped her sex, damp with arousal.
    “You’ll like it.” She tongued that spot between his ear and his neck that only she had ever bothered to find.
    “It’s my favorite thing.” His middle finger slipped between her folds, leaving him with just a thread of control. Any other night, he’d have laid her down and been inside her within seconds.
    “Mine too.” She rocked against his hand. “But that’s not my secret.”
    He met her gaze. “Does that mean it’s mine?”
    She gave a wicked come-and-get-it laugh. “No, but there is a position you can fill.”
    He kissed her smile and laid her back on the bed. He followed her down, intending to ravish every inch of her. But she had other plans and rolled on top of him. She slid her legs to straddle him, her slick heat trapping his hard cock. He couldn’t hold back the groan.
    “Shh.” She pressed her finger to his lips. “I’m trying to tell you something.”
    “I’m trying to show you something.” He rocked his hips against her and she lost her balance, bracing herself against his shoulders. “Show, then tell.”
    “When you do that, I wind up speaking in tongues.” She might be stalling, but he’d swear she was getting wetter for him.
    He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. “Speak to me with your tongue.”
    She brushed her mouth against his, only to pull back and run the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. She rocked against him and he gripped her hips to keep her still. No way was he going off before he was inside her. “You really don’t want to know?”
    “Tell me quick, woman. I’m trying to get laid.”
    She pushed up again, the ends of her hair tickling his chest. “I wasn’t going to let you marry someone else.”
    “I was counting on that. I thought you’d offer yourself up as an option.” He pushed her hair from her shoulder and palmed her breast.
    “I thought you’d ask me.” She made tiny circles with her hips, until he