Free HisMarriageBargain by Sidney Bristol Page B

relationship?
    A broken heart.
    Because he was dying.
    Autumn clutched him and buried her face against his
shoulder. It was so easy to forget what was coming because the now was so
overwhelming. He’d married her to enjoy the moments he had left. So she’d make
sure he enjoyed them all, whatever it took.
     
    Sammi rested his cheek against Autumn’s head and inhaled her
fragrance. It was spicy and floral, something unique he’d never smelled before
meeting her. The scent got on anything she touched. Shirts. Jackets. Blankets.
Hell, even his car on the rare occasion he drove her anywhere.
    Autumn’s thigh slid up between his legs. He didn’t know if
the movement was intentional or not, but his morning wood was about to pose a
problem.
    Her foot slid up and down his calf, her fingers curling into
his shoulder.
    He didn’t know what she wore to bed, but he could feel
fabric and, under that, her bare breasts brushing against him. It was a special
kind of torture. He’d intentionally forbidden himself from thinking about her
boobs. How round, perky and firm they were. She had some of the best cleavage.
    Autumn wiggled closer, rubbing his dick with her hip.
    Sammi groaned and clenched her tighter. “What do you think
you’re doing?”
    She tipped her chin up and smiled. Her dimples winked at
him, giving her a mischievous air. “Getting into trouble.”
    “I couldn’t tell.”
    Her bottom lip slid out into a picture-perfect pout. He
snorted, which turned into a surprised gasp as her hand wrapped around his cock
through the boxers.
    “Autumn…” he groaned.
    “What?” There was that mischievousness again.
    Sammi grasped her wrist and pulled her hand up to his chest.
He wasn’t going to go down that road. He wouldn’t take advantage of her like
that. They shouldn’t even be sleeping in the same bed. One of the reasons for
the suite was its dual luxurious bedrooms.
    She propped her head up on her palm and studied him,
suddenly very serious.
    “What are you thinking?” he asked.
    “About us.”
    “Yeah?” Was she having second thoughts?
    “We never talked about how this is going to work.”
    “What do you mean?”
    She shrugged. “I mean legally we’re married but what are we
really? Am I your wife, your friend with benefits, live-in best friend or
what?”
    “You’re my wife.” Had they made such a huge disconnect that
she missed that little fact?
    When he’d hatched this plan it had been to get married in
name only. He’d told himself he could handle her being with other men, as long
as she lived with him and he had first call on her time. Now that it came down
to articulating those thoughts, everything in him revolted at the idea of
another man touching his wife.
    Autumn was his.
    She leaned toward him until they touched from shoulder to
hip, her gaze searching his face, looking for something there he couldn’t help
her discover. Whatever it was, he hoped she found it, that he was the man who
met the standard. She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek, rubbing her palm
along the stubble then up into his hair.
    “Good. If I’m your wife I don’t want to hear any more of
this ‘it’s for money’ business, okay?”
    “I’m just being honest.”
    Autumn rolled her eyes and leaned in until their noses
touched. “No, you’re pretending to be a saint. And honestly?”
    “What?”
    Her lips were so close. He could feel the caress of her
breath. It was distracting, in the best manner possible. She chuckled and pressed
a lingering kiss to his cheek, a hairsbreadth from his lips. He found himself
clutching her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her tight.
    “You’re a much better sinner.”
    Sammi wanted to fuck her. He wanted her to ride his cock,
her breasts bouncing and her pussy hugging him.
    No.
    Not going down that path.
    “Autumn—”
    She kissed him full on the mouth.
    Their second kiss.
    The first had knocked his world off its axis and this
changed the climate.
    He tore