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

felt her swollen clit rubbing back and forth along the head of his cock. “In fact, I don’t think we can consummate this marriage until I’ve been properly proposed to.”
    “Even when you’re drunk, you still speak lawyer.” He cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. She pulled her lip between her teeth the way she always did when she was trying to make it last. “Do you want me to propose, or do you want to come?”
    “Fuck you.”
    “I’m trying.” He laughed and she shot him a glare that said she was not at all impressed with his joke. Okay then. “Miranda Rose, will you be my wife?”
    She grinned and picked up her pace. “What’s in it for me?”
    “Besides my cock?”
    “I can have that whenever I want. You’re easy.”
    “Only for you.” He pulled up his knees to help her balance. “You’re not after my cock and you won’t take my name. What is it you want, woman?”
    Something flashed across her face, an emotion he didn’t recognize, but before he could question it her features lit up with a wicked grin.
    “I know what I want.” She climbed off him, the coolness of the air-conditioned room hitting him where her slick heat had been. She laid beside him on the bed. “I did you a favor today, so you owe me one.”
    “At least.” He rolled toward her, letting his hand drift down to cup her sex.
    “I want you once a month. No excuses.” She turned to him, lifting her leg over his.
    “None from you either.” He ground the heel of his hand against her clit and curled a finger inside her. She gasped and grabbed his arm, so he pushed deeper until he found the perfect spot to make her eyelids flutter. “Now, answer me.”
    “What was the question?” She leaned in, her hot lips on his neck. Hell, he almost forgot.
    “Will you be my wife?”
    “Oh yes. At least once a month.”
    He withdrew his hand and slapped her ass, hard. Which made her laugh, as it always did. He covered her body with his, nestling into the cradle of her thighs. She felt so warm and welcoming beneath him, he doubted he’d ever want to go a week without her, let alone a month.
    She lifted her head, nipping along his jaw line until he turned the tables and started kissing her with a lazy determination to make her beg. She had him and she knew it. It would be nice to know he had the same effect on her. Their mouths locked in a deep, wet passion that could have gone on forever except for small things like breathing and his cock demanding release.
    She took his face in her hands, pressing her forehead to hers. “I need you inside me.”
    Sexier words were never spoken. His cock found her entrance without any guidance and he pressed inside. Pleasure echoed through him with every inch. He pulled back a little, then pushed his way home.
    She gasped and crossed her legs behind his back. She locked her gaze on him and he couldn’t look away as he rocked in and out of her. The intensity of it built past the point of comfort. This was something different, unexpected. Like they were breathing from the same lungs, blood pumping from the same heart.
    She felt like a part of him, like his soul had expanded to hold her close, their lives spinning together like a thread. The intensity of it seemed too much, but he couldn’t see a way back. He pumped into her, begging that passionate hazel gaze to release him.
    He wouldn’t be the one to let go first. Couldn’t be. But she matched him move for move until he couldn’t tell which one of them was breathing in and which was breathing out. It seemed like an instant and forever when her eyelids started to flutter. Her fingers started slow circles against the back of his scalp.
    She kissed him, the gentlest brush of lips. “You’re mine.”
    “Yes.” His hushed whisper matched hers.
    She smiled and then her eyes fluttered closed. Her back arched and she licked her lips as she let go, giving herself over to him completely. The tight walls of her sex pulsed around