Chapter 3
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Cora
My body feels like it’s on fire. I feel hot and restless—my mind still dull from sleep. I can feel his hot breath on my cheek while something hard pokes my backside, making me wiggle against it as I try to figure out what it is.
Warm hands turn me onto my side, as even warmer lips kiss along the side of my neck and across my breasts. The lips pause to suckle each one. I sigh into the touch and run my fingers through his hair.
His mouth moves lower until his head is between my thighs. His beard rubbing against my skin is better than I imagined. His tongue runs up and down my slit, causing my legs to drop to the sides, giving him more room to explore my core.
My body stiffens, and my toes curl, “Nash.” I moan.
“Fuck, Sara, you taste amazing.”
Sara? Why would my dream Nash call me Sara?
“No.” I jerk awake and scramble away from Nash.
"I know we were planning on waiting until our wedding night, but after tasting you, I don't think I can wait." He smiles, and I notice my juices glistening on his beard.
No, this can’t be happening. Nash deserves the truth. I’m not Sara, and they are not getting married.
I bite my lip. But what about me? How long has it been since I’ve done something for myself? I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin who missed out on being a teenager and sowing my wild oats in college. It’s time I did something for myself.
Sara doesn’t want to marry Nash, and he'll be mad once he finds out. But maybe for a few hours, I can steal some happiness with him.
I scoot closer to Nash and wrap my arms around his neck, “Call me Cora. It’s what all my friends call me.” Then, I seal my fate with a kiss.
His lips crash onto mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, demanding entry. I obey with a moan, rubbing my tongue against his.
I debate, telling him that I’m still a virgin. He’s at least ten years older than me. I’m sure he’s been with more experienced women, and I don’t want to disappoint him.
When I hesitate, he asks, “What’s wrong, Cora?”
I lower my gaze to his chest, “I’m a virgin.”
He takes my chin in his hand, bringing my eyes to meet his, “I’m a virgin too, honey.”
His admission shocks me. “A-are you serious? You’re not just pulling my leg, are you?” I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.
“I’ve never wanted to be with anyone before I met you.” He leans down, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. “We’ll learn together.” He promises softly against my lips.
“But first, I’m going to make us some breakfast.” He swats my ass before standing up and heading to the kitchen.
I’m left wide-eyed and stunned, staring after his naked backside. The only consolation is watching the tight muscles of his ass as he walks away. I bite my lip, holding back a moan, but a small sigh still escapes, causing him to turn around.
“Like what you see, wife?” He smiles and wiggles his eyebrows up and down in a seductive manner.
My heart skips a beat, and I feel a flush of regret, knowing I will never be his wife. I push those thoughts aside and join him in the kitchen, choosing to stay just as naked as he is. If I only have a short time with him, I’m going to make the most of it.