Eager Housewife: a smutty free-use romance (Filthy Scottish Kingpins Book 2)

The wedding takes fucking forever. The eejit clerk at Blackstone Town Hall tries to say at first he won’t marry us today because of something about banns. He backs down with a gulp when faced with a curl of my lip and a peek at the gun holstered beneath my suit jacket.

I hold myself together. I’m well behaved through the whole buying a dress and getting married thing, but all I can think about is Blythe being my free use wife.

For the wedding, to add to the sheer temptation of her white dress, she has her hair down for the first time since I’ve known her. She normally has it wound together in strands—a braid? A plait? Whatever it’s called. Instead, her hair falls in soft waves to her shoulders. She takes my breath away with how unconsciously beautiful she is.

I’m obsessed. I need her. Now some lizard part of my brain has decided she’ll be mine, it requires every spec of self-control to keep to the plan and do this properly. To be the husband she—well. If not the husband she deserves, then at least the husband she bargained for, and no worse.