บททั้งหมดของ CEO's Only Wife: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Eric inched out of bed, careful not to wake his wife, and walked naked out of her room to find some clothes. He tossed out a Yankees T-shirt, then remembered their deal, and decided to trade it in for a simple black tank top with canvas pants. His lips curled as he recalled her glee when the Yanks lost the playoffs. He went downstairs and started making coffee, then stopped for a moment to watch the sun try to rise above the mountains in the early morning.He considered to have spent an official marriage night with this marriage.Eric rubbed a hand on the back of his neck and tried to think logically. He certainly wasn't thinking about it last night. Not because he had any regrets. Something unexpected flashed through his consciousness. He had wanted Carina for a long time, and last night proved why. Everything is different for her. The way her body fit him, the way her pleasure pleased him. He loved the way she looked into his eyes and scratched his back with her nails during orgasm.

She straightened up. The blanket fell down and stopped at her waist. Topless, she leaned on one elbow and tossed her hair over her shoulder and out of her sight. She ignored the strange sounds he was making and continued the conversation. "Just having fun?""No, no, it's great." He stopped. "It's really great."This man is definitely falling apart. She pressed. "I'm happy with that. I've been thinking about us and where we're going from here. We can move on and decide we won't sleep together again. Will keep make things less complicated, right?"His head bobbed up and down as he glanced at her breasts. "Yes.""Or we can continue.""Continue?""That sex.""Mmmm.""What do you think?""About what?"Carina wondered if his mind had gone astray or maybe all the available blood had really left a man's head and gone somewhere else. A quick glance would confirm her suspicions. And her plan is working for sure now. She just needs him to admit that he wants to sleep with her and the rest will h

Eric watched his wife happily intimate with her family. He recalled the holidays at his family. His mother drank while his father flirted with all of their attractive female guests one after another. He remembers he was able to steal a few bottles of wine and cigarettes because neither of them cared. He remembered the puffy turkey cooked by the waiter just to show off, and the Christmas presents his parents didn't even bother to stay to watch them open.The Scodelario family seems very different. Warm sincerity emerges in all of this routine chaos. Even Jim seemed to fit right back into it, but it took years for his sisters to finally forgive him. Carina's family may have been broken up, but they weathered the storm together and now they look even happier.Eric worked hard to play the new groom and tried not to get caught up in the deception. Some of the pleasant warm feeling of belonging to this place had burned into a powerful fire, but he had put out his hand to put it out decisive

"Damn. damn, damn, damn," Taylor repeated happily. "See my ice cream, Miss Al? I got it from him! It's my newest best friend."Eric waited for her to explode. Jeer. Everything but the dead silence came from the bathroom door. When he finally had the courage to look up, Carina stared at him with absolute shock, shock, and some other emotion he couldn't fathom. Almost very tender.She cleared her throat and got to work. "You really made it this time, troublemaker. Take one last bite and give me the popsicle.""Yes."Eric wondered why she didn't argue with Carina. Then he realized he'd better be grateful. His wife cleverly wrapped the remaining ice cream stick in toilet paper and threw it in the bathroom trash. She nudged Eric to the side, lifted Taylor out of the toilet, and took the roll of toilet paper from his hand to wipe her clean. Carina pulled up her panties, straightened her skirt, washed both of their hands and wiped her mouth to erase any evidence.And then Carina came out of

Carina listened to her husband's words and her heart stopped, then pounded in an uneven rhythm. She didn't know the difference this time, but had the impression that they had found each other on the road, and he had chosen the hard way.They've made love every night since Michael's party, sometimes slow, sometimes hot and crazy. He had whispered provocations and compliments, telling her how beautiful she looked and how he wanted her.But he had never looked so deeply into her eyes as he knew who she was. As if the outer skin had been peeled off and revealed the ripe insides, Carina felt exposed before him. She held her breath and waited for him to come out of his coma.But instead, he took her cheeks in his hands and spoke right on her lips. "You're my wife and I want to make love to you."Then he kissed her, slow and warm making her blood boil, like syrup poured over a hot cake, until her body softened and her lips parted for him, their tongues entwined. in an ancient rhythm between