Chapter 7
Seven
Carly
Sunlight streams through the bedroom window, and I roll over, turning my back to the light. Just a few more minutes of sleep would be fantastic.
William and I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep this week. Stretching my fingers and toes, I marvel at my newfound awareness of every last inch of my body.
And it’s all because of William—and his desire to work over my entire body with his tongue, his fingers, and his glorious cock.
For the past week, we’ve made love at least twice a day, and usually three or four times. Neither of us can get enough of the other.
It’s like we’re making up for twenty years of lost time.
I stare at his muscled chest, and down to the patch of hair that leads straight down to his…
“Did you just lick your lips?” he asks.
My eyes dart up to his face, which is currently stretched into a grin. “I thought you were still asleep.”
“Tell me what you were thinking, dirty girl.”
“Why don’t I show you, instead?”
I shift the sheets, exposing his long, hard cock. This time when I lick my lips, I make sure it’s an exaggerated gesture since I know he’s watching.
I slide down in the bed and take him into my mouth. He’s so big that I nearly gag, but I know he loves it when I take him deep into my throat—and, truth be told, I love it, too.
After he comes, I lay my head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. William strokes my hair, and I feel like this is exactly where I’m meant to be. Where I belong.
“How long will you stay with me?” he whispers into my hair. His voice is so quiet that I feel the question more than I hear it.
My heart thunders in my chest. I’ve been in Mercury Ridge for just over a week and the topic of our marriage pact hasn’t come up yet.
Nor has the topic of kids.
We haven’t been using protection, and I can’t help but worry that William thinks I’m on the pill. I never said I was, and he never asked. But maybe it’s just assumed that forty-year-old child-free women have mastered the ability to prevent pregnancy?
Then again, he may just think I’m too old to get knocked up. The odds of a natural pregnancy at my age are very low, indeed. At my last physical, my doctor told me there was less than a five percent chance. And even if I do get pregnant, the chance of a miscarriage is extremely high.
If William agrees to try to have children with me, we need to get started on fertility treatments right away. It’s something I need to bring up, and soon; I just haven’t had the guts. After all, I’m not even sure he remembers our marriage pact.
“How long do you want me to stay?” I ask.
“Forever.” He says it so absolutely, without hesitation, that my breath hitches.
“Forever is a long time.”
“And it still wouldn’t be long enough with you, beautiful.”
I love you. I want to say the words, but I can’t. Not yet. Not when there’s so much on the line.
“Let’s give it one more week together,” I whisper. “We can reassess then.”
“Deal,” William says. “Now get over here and ride me like a Harley.”