Todos os capítulos de Married to a Stripper: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Ryan returned home, furious with himself. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t gone through with it with the escort. The frustration was gnawing at him, and when he entered the house, the silence felt oppressive, like the weight of his emotions was hanging in the air.He walked into the living room and saw Amber standing by the window, a glass of bourbon in her hand. It was dark outside, the dim light from the streetlamps casting a soft glow over her silhouette. She was lost in thought, her expression unreadable.Ryan stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her before he stepped further into the room. He moved toward her, taking the glass of bourbon from her hand without a word, and took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving hers. The warmth of the drink didn’t help to cool the fire inside him. He set the glass down on the nearby table, and with a sharp, frustrated motion, positioned himself between her and the window.“Do you know where I’ve been?” he asked, his voice low but sharp, as if

Ryan had spent the past few days trying to get through to Amber, making small gestures in an attempt to break through the wall she had built around herself. But she remained distant, her responses clipped, her demeanor cold. It was as if she wasn’t even trying.Tonight, he decided to push a little harder. He knew she wasn’t a fan of forced conversation, but he couldn’t keep pretending things were fine. She couldn’t keep pretending either.The evening started in silence as they both sat down at the dining table. Ryan had gone out of his way to arrange something special, enlisting Ms. Gladys to prepare one of Amber’s favorite dishes—something comforting, something that might remind her of better days. The soft lighting from the chandelier cast a warm glow over the room, but Amber remained unmoved.Ryan couldn’t stand it anymore. He cleared his throat. “I saw you’re really serious about that course.”Amber froze, her hand hovering just above her glass. She turned to face him, her express

After they had sex, Ryan wrapped his arms around her and whispered, "You were incredible, Amber." His voice was low and soft, filled with an emotion he couldn’t quite hide. He pressed a gentle kiss to her hair, letting the moment linger, as if hoping to bridge the distance that had been growing between them."I need more of you," he said quietly, his tone raw and earnest.Amber shivered under his touch, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a rush of desire course through her veins, an ache that only he could satisfy.They made love again, this time slower, more leisurely, as if they had all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies. Ryan's lips trailed down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His tongue dipped into the hollow of her collarbone, making her moan softly. He then moved lower, tracing kisses across her stomach, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin.He settled between her thighs, his breath hot against her wet folds. "Tonight," he said hoarsely, "I

Ryan was already tired of being at the party. John Broodworth was an insufferable bootlicker. Tom and Ryan exchanged a glance, both equally fed up with hearing his endless stories. Ryan discreetly checked his watch once more.Amber was further ahead, chatting effortlessly with a group of women. As always, she excelled at small talk. Ryan couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked in her emerald-green dress. Tonight, her hair was styled in a classic updo, and though she looked breathtaking, Ryan silently admitted to himself that he preferred her hair down.With a low grunt of irritation, he excused himself from Broodworth’s presence and made his way toward his wife. Lightly touching her arm, he said, “Amber, darling, there’s someone over there I’d really like you to meet.”Amber turned to him, nodded gracefully, and bid farewell to the women she’d been conversing with. Noticing that Ryan was leading her out of the ballroom, asked him, “Where are we going?”“You’ll see,” Ryan repl

Ryan stood silently at the edge of the bed, watching Amber's serene, unguarded form. Completely nude, he moved silently towards her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Gently, he pulled the sheet down, revealing her smooth skin and delicate form.His fingers trailed along her inner thigh, moving gradually closer to her center. He applied light pressure, ensuring his touch was gentle but deliberate. With each stroke, he aimed to stir her from sleep, carefully watching her reaction. He started by caressing her thighs, then moved upwards, his hand gliding over her stomach before finally reaching her slit.Amber moaned softly in her sleep as she felt the touch, her body instinctively responding. She woke up with a start, her eyes snapping open, locking onto him with a mix of surprise and something deeper, more knowing."I see you're awake now," Ryan said with a smile on his face. "I've been dying to taste you again." Before she could say anything, with the help of a sleepy Amber, Ryan t