Chapter 10 – James
JAMES
The sun normally isn’t up when I make my morning coffee. I like to get to the gym before work, so my alarm usually goes off at five. The day after my wedding night, it felt fair to sleep in a bit. Sunlight streams through the kitchen windows as I prepare myself a pot.
While it brews, I open my tablet to go over my schedule for the day.
I have meetings with the Pages team later today.
I’m eager to meet with both our heads of content and discuss the first projects we want to collaborate on.
There’s an unreleased fantasy series from a buzzy author I have my eye on.
If it’s good, it could be Sequel’s answer to Game of Thrones.
As I flip over to the weekly view to see what I need to prepare for, my mind starts wandering to last night.
I can still see Maura’s beautiful face, twisted in bliss as I bottomed out inside her.
I never imagined the sex with us would be that good, and I definitely didn’t imagine she’d take my entire cock on the first go.
Usually, women find my size more exciting in theory than in practice.
Maura took everything I gave her and more.
When I got out of the shower last night, she was gone—back to her own bedroom, presumably. I felt a small twinge of disappointment that I didn’t get to say goodnight, but it was for the best. I don’t expect us to actually sleep together, and it’s good to establish a routine early.
The coffeemaker dings, letting me know it’s ready. I’m pouring myself a cup when I hear a soft voice say, “Good morning.”
I look up, finding Maura walking into the kitchen, wrapped in a soft blue robe.
She’s barefoot, her hair finger-combed and slightly messy.
I’ve never seen her without make-up, I realize.
I didn’t think much about it, since her look is so subtle.
With her eyes framed with auburn lashes instead of black, they look even softer than usual.
I like her like this—less Victor’s polished doll, and more like herself.
“I feel a bit underdressed,” she says, her eyes flicking down to my suit and tie.
“I have some meetings in the office later today.”
“Oh.” She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, if you need to go, don’t let me keep you.”
“I’m not in a rush. Take a seat. Have some coffee with me.”
“Thanks, but I don’t drink coffee. Can’t handle the caffeine.”
“It’s decaf.”
Her lips part in surprise. “Really?”
“That’s how I take it, too. I don’t like relying on stimulants.”
I pour her a cup, mixing in a half-teaspoon of sugar. Her eyes narrow. “But you know how much sugar I like. How do you explain that?”
I shrug. “I had your father’s staff compile some basic information about your routine to help smooth your transition.”
She arches her brows. “So you spied on me.”
“If you choose to see it that way.” I slide the mug over to her.
“I don’t think there’s another way to choose to see it, husband,” she says sweetly. “You secretly assembled private information about me. That’s spying. If your real last name is Bond, you have to tell me.”
“It’s Keller,” I reassure her. “Which reminds me, I have something for you.”
I slide a manilla envelope from the edge of the counter over to her.
“Handing me an envelope with mysterious content?” she chirps. “You’re really not beating the spy allegations.”
“I’ve added you to my bank accounts,” I explain as she opens the envelope. “Those are your credit cards. You can treat them like they’re your own. Buy whatever you need.”
“Maura Keller,” she reads off one card, glancing up at me. “First time I’m seeing it in writing.”
I feel a quick stab of satisfaction, hearing my name come after hers. It’ll tell the world that she’s mine. Shaking off the possessiveness, I go to the next thing on my mental list.
“Your staff sent over your clothes and essentials, but we’re still waiting on your art supplies and a few larger items,” I tell her. “It should arrive by Thursday.”
“Once the studio is finished,” she says, nodding. “Good coffee, by the way.”
“Glad you like it. Are you up for discussing scheduling now?”
Her head tilts to the side, confused. “Scheduling? Scheduling what?”
“I often have late meetings with the Asian Sequel offices. Since your ovulation is time-sensitive, I thought we should coordinate our calendars.”
She levels me with a mocking gaze. “Seriously? You’re scheduling our sex life?”
“I schedule everything.” I pass her the tablet, open to my weekly schedule, so she can review it. She laughs.
“It’s all color-coded, too. You’re a scheduling freak, Keller. You really should have disclosed this during the marriage negotiations.”
“Why? Would you have refused me?”
“No, but I would have negotiated a daily five-minute window to make fun of you for it.”
“I’ll fit that in between my personal trainer and my call with Guillermo Del Toro,” I say drily. “How long are you ovulating?”
She pulls her phone out of her robe pocket and opens an app. “Last night was the second day of a seven-day estimated fertility window. Based on my ovulation tests, it’s most likely in the next twenty-four hours, but we should finish out the week to be sure.”
I glance over my schedule. “I could do any time in the next two hours, or tonight at 11:00 p.m.”
“I guess before lunch would work best. God, this is surreal,” she says, shaking her head. “Can’t we just agree that we’ll figure it out the day-of?”
“Scheduling ahead is much more efficient.”
“Ah, my favorite part of sex—the efficiency,” she quips.
Ignoring her, I flip to the next day on my calendar. “Tomorrow, I don’t have as many conflicts.”
Despite Maura’s teasing, we’re able to schedule sessions for the next five days.
I’ve just entered the final date in my calendar when my phone buzzes on the counter.
It’s one of my assistants, Taylor. My mouth turns down in irritation.
I’d hoped for a morning without interruptions. “Sorry, I have to take this.”
“Go ahead,” Maura says. “Take it, even though it’s not on the calendar.”
I move a few steps away and answer, “Hello?”
“Good morning, and first of all, congratulations,” Taylor says. “Sorry to interrupt your morning, but this is time sensitive.”
I grunt. Taylor is a good assistant, but he tends to ramble on. He could have gotten to the point already.
“So, Alex at Pages has to move up your afternoon meeting to 11. You don’t technically have anything on your schedule, but I wanted to call, just to be sure.”
“No, I can make it.” It means I’ll have to push up my session with Maura, but Alex’s schedule is as packed as mine. “I’ll see you soon.”
After I hang up, I stride over to Maura and pluck the cup of coffee out of her hand. She huffs, offended. “I was drinking that!”
“There's been a change in plans.” I set her mug down at the end of the counter, then take my wife by the waist. “A meeting got moved, so if you're up for it, I suggest we fulfill today's duties now.”
She shakes her head, but she's smiling. “You tell me all about this ironclad schedule, and then you just—what, pencil in spontaneous sex?”
“It's highlighted in purple, actually.”
“Of course it is.” She loops her arms around my neck. “Let me guess—you have a color for everything?”
“Obviously.”
“What color is 'arguing with wife'?”
“I think I’ll make that red.”
Maura yelps in surprise as I lift her up so she’s sitting up on the edge of the counter. I run my thumbs up the side of her ribcage, making her eyes flutter shut. “Are you too sore from yesterday?”
“No,” she breathes. “You took care of me, like you said.”
“We’ll have to be a little quicker today.” I pepper kisses along her jaw. “But there’s no reason you can’t enjoy yourself this time, too. Can I open your robe?”
“Yes.”
I peel away the edges, finding her in a fitted white T-shirt and nothing else. No underwear over her sweet little cunt. I trail a finger up her thigh. “No underwear. Very efficient.”
“I know how you like that,” she says before she presses her lips against mine. Our tongues meet, hers warm and eager, mine conquering and possessive. She wraps her arms around my neck, weaving her slender fingers into my hair and letting me take control of the kiss.
Her thighs part around my hips, and I drag a finger over her pink pussy. “Fuck, Maura, a few kisses and you’re already soaked for me.”
Her cheeks flush pink. “It’s not just the kisses. All morning, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last night. I’ve been wet since I woke up.”
My cock throbs. Damn, it turns me on knowing that just the memory of me fucking her is enough to turn her on.
“You’re going to drip all over my counter, you know.” I stroke her again, savoring her whimper of arousal. “I’ll make sure of it.”
I slide a finger inside her as I play with her clit. Her fluttering inner walls clench at the intrusion, and her hips cant up to match my rhythm.
“You feel so empty after last night, don’t you?” I whisper in her ear. “You need me to fill you again. You already miss it.”
She whimpers in response, and I feel her clench around my fingers.
“Words, wife. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you inside me,” she gasps. “I woke up aching for you. I couldn't think about anything else.”
Christ. The idea of Maura lying in bed, wet and wanting, thinking about my cock nearly undoes me.
“Please,” she moans, and I slide another finger inside her. She takes it easily. Fuck, I love how eager she is for this. For me. When I signed the contract, I didn’t know if any part of our marriage would work. Now, I know the way we fit together isn’t going to be a problem.
“More,” she pants. “More, James, please. Don’t make me wait.”
Growling, I slam a third finger in her, fucking her with my hand while my thumb strums against her clit. Even as I stretch her for me, I hold back. I don’t want her coming just yet. No, when she climaxes, I want it to be on my cock.
Her wetness drips down my knuckles and she digs her teeth into my neck. It’s a quick, spontaneous bite. I can tell by the way she reels back that she even surprised herself doing it.
She’s so playful this morning, so different from the elegant, buttoned-up woman I’ve known. She’s letting herself come undone for me, and it’s so exhilarating, I doubt I’m going to last long.
“Feel what you do to me.” I press my hips forward so she can feel exactly how hard I am through my trousers. “I've been like this since I saw you walk into the kitchen. That little robe barely covers your ass, and all I could think about was bending you over this counter.”
I guide her hands from my shoulders down to my belt.
“Take me out, wife.”
Maura’s hands shake as she undoes my belt buckle and my trousers.
She reaches into my pants, pulling out my throbbing cock.
I groan at the feeling of her slender hand wrapped around me.
Pre-cum glistens at the tip, and when she swipes her thumb over it, it’s all I can do to stop from coming right then.
Fuck, she’s not the only one who’s impatient.
My hands span her waist, thumbs nearly touching. “You're so fucking small,” I mutters, almost to myself. “I could break you.”
She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer. “Try.”
Something snaps in my resolve, all sense of control giving way to something feral.
She squeezes my cock for emphasis, and I’m done playing.
I angle the tip at her entrance and push my head inside. Maura throws her head back at the intrusion, her hair an auburn curtain. I enter her in short, quick strokes, making space for myself. When I’m halfway inside, I pause.
“This is as far as I'm going today.” I hold myself still inside her, even though every instinct screams at me to thrust deeper. If I’m too rough, she’ll be ruined for the rest of her ovulation schedule and I need to live in this pussy for the next four days.
She raises her eyes, frowning. “Are you sure? Does it feel good enough like that?”
“Good enough?” I laugh roughly. “Maura, you could give me an inch of this perfect pussy and I'd be grateful. You feel like fucking paradise.”
Her inner walls flutter around me at the praise, and I have to clench my jaw to keep from losing it.
I chuckle and she leans her forehead against mine. We both look down, watching as my cock glides inside her.
The visual is obscene—my thick length disappearing into her tight heat, her slick arousal coating me. I've never watched myself fuck someone before. With her, I can't look away.
“Do you see how well you take me?” I murmur. “Look at us, wife. Look how perfect we fit.”
“James—” Her voice breaks on my name.
“I know. I feel it too.”
We both glance up at the same time, our eyes meeting in an intense, heated gaze. I capture her mouth with mine and our tongues move in rhythm with my thrusts. Maura rocks her hips against my hand, building the pressure against her clit. The legs wrapped around my waist pull me in tighter.
“I-I’m close,” she breathes.
Thank fuck, because I can barely hold myself back another minute.
I strum her clit one more time and she cries out as her inner walls milk my cock.
I groan as I come, pumping spurts of my seed inside her.
God, I love knowing that she’ll be full of me for the rest of the day.
I know I’ll be thinking about that all through my meetings.
“Don't wash me away,” I tell her on a whim, my voice rougher than intended. “I want you to feel me for the rest of the day.”
Her eyes darken. “Is that an order?”
“It's a request.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “From a husband who likes knowing his new wife is walking around with his cum inside her.”
The blush that spreads across her cheeks is deeply satisfying.
My cock softens, and I quickly pull out and clean myself up. Maura doesn’t move, still sitting on the counter with a shy smile on her full lips.
She looks up at me with hazy eyes. She looks gorgeous like this, sex-addled and messy. Speaking of…
“Don’t worry about the mess,” I tell her. “The cleaners will be along soon.”
She laughs weakly, lying back on the counter as I stride over to the elevator and out into the real world.