Accidentally, Scandalously Yours, page 23
Bradford puts his finger to my lips, quieting me. “Don’t let your mind run in any direction yet. Wait until you talk with your parents about this.”
He’s right, but if he thinks I’ll be able to stop my mind from doing all that wild running, he has a lot to learn about me. I mean, a twenty-eight-year-old woman doesn’t end up in the middle of a midlife crisis without doing a lot of wild mind running. It’s my special talent. And on top of that, my mother cheated on my father. And I’m the one who has to suffer now because of that. There’s no way my mind won’t be running in all the directions tonight.
I take a long look at him, at the strain on his face. “How are you?”
“This came as a shock today. I don’t know what to make of it yet.”
“How about everything else that’s happening. Are you okay?”
“You don’t need to worry about me, Kristen. Everything else is under control.”
I’ve always known Bradford to be strong and steady, practical and pragmatic. He was always there for me, making sure I was okay. Even when I wouldn’t allow him close, when I pushed him away, he was trying to look out for me. Now, it’s time for me to do that for him.
“I know you’re a strong man and are good at managing all the things in your life that require managing. I’m not asking about whether you have things under control. I’m asking how your heart is in this moment. And I’m not asking so I can worry about you. I’ll do that anyway because I love you. I’m asking so I can be here for you. So that you know you’re not alone in the world.”
He listens intently to what I say and then he gives me his heart like he always has when I’ve asked for it. “I’m feeling the same kind of confusion you are over what our parents did. It slants things about my family in a whole new way and I don’t know whether to open that door and ask more questions or whether to let it stay shut like my father wants me to. I can’t help but feel that asking the hard questions might bring me closer to my mother, though.”
I see and hear his inner conflict. His shoulders carry the same tension his face does.
“Whatever you decide to do, I’ll be right by your side.”
He takes that in for the longest moment before pulling me close and brushing his lips over mine. “I know today was hard, and I know life is going to be hard for a while, but I will make the rest of our lives so fucking worth it, Kristen, because you are the absolute best thing that has ever happened to me.”
I clutch his shirt and pull him close so I can kiss him again, showing him what I think of that declaration. When I’m finished showing him that, I ask, “How skilled are you at cleaning a kitchen?”
He glances around the room. “We have a housekeeper for things like this.”
“It wouldn’t be fair to expect her to clean this kind of mess up.” I glide my hands down to his pecs and out to his shoulders to shrug him out of his suit jacket. He watches as I clear space on the island for it and then proceed to roll his shirt sleeves up.
“Have you ever washed dishes?” I ask as I make my way up his arm, doing my best not to just strip him and beg him to fuck me rather than bother with the dishes.
He gives me his amused look. “You don’t think I’m capable of washing dishes?”
“I think you’re capable of anything you put your mind to, Mr. Black, but I’m just wondering if this will be a first for you.”
He lets me finish with his sleeves before gripping my wrists and stopping my next move. “I’m very capable, Mrs. Black. I’ve also been told I’m very bossy, so I’m going to take charge of this job to ensure we get it done as efficiently and quickly as we can. And then”—his hands tighten around my wrists and his eyes heat—“I’m going to lay you out on this island and bury my tongue in your pussy so that if you ever again think I want a domestic goddess, you can come in here and remember I’d prefer to eat you rather than any meal you might cook me.”
Bradford makes good on all his promises.
He bosses me around while we clean the kitchen. Mostly, he does all the work while I drool over the way he owns the kitchen. I mean, is there a room or a job in life that this man can’t take ownership of? It’s hot as hell watching all those muscles of his get the job done.
Then, he lifts me onto the island, slowly removes all my clothes, and gives me two orgasms I will never forget. He’s right; whenever I think I need to be a domestic goddess and cook my husband dinner, I’ll just recall the time he ate me for dinner in this kitchen.
After he gives me those two orgasms, he bends me over the island and gives me a third.
Then, he whispers against my ear, “What were the good things that happened to you today?”
I turn in his arms. “My first morning waking up with you here. Filling my new closet in our bedroom with my clothes. And cleaning this kitchen with you.”
He arches a brow. “Cleaning beats sex, which didn’t even make it onto your list?”
I grin. “Well, I’m pretty sure I can get sex from you every day, which means it will just be a given on my daily list. I’m going to reserve my nightly list for the special things that are firsts for me or that I don’t get to experience every day. Oh, and the other good thing that happened today was having our new bed delivered. When I told you to throw away all your condoms, I didn’t expect you to also get rid of your bed. However, I tested it out and it’s even more comfortable than your previous bed. And just so you know, if you ever leave me, I’m taking the bed. I already texted Hayden to have him add that to the postnup.”
“You did, did you?”
“Yes. He said he’d add it in.”
“Without speaking with me first?”
“Well, he and I both know that when it comes to this marriage, you’re being quite reckless, so I think he just assumed you’d give me what I want.”
“That bed was expensive. I’m going to need to get my money’s worth out of it before I ever agree to part with it.”
I lean into him. “How expensive?”
He kisses the side of my neck, adding just the right amount of teeth. “The kind that means both you and that bed are with me for life.” The decisive way he says this lets me know, in no uncertain terms, that he never intends on letting me go.
“Thank you,” I whisper as he trails kisses down to my throat.
His eyes meet mine again. “For the bed?”
“No. For cherishing me.”
“There won’t be a day in our lives that I don’t cherish you.”
He scoops me into his arms and as he carries me out of the kitchen, I ask, “Where are we going?”
“To christen our new bed.”
36
Kristen
I always imagined what it would feel like to be the woman who got to sleep next to Bradford every night. To be the last person he saw before he closed his eyes. I never spent any time imagining what it would be like to be the woman who woke up with him every day. I’ve now had that privilege three mornings in a row and it has to be said that I love it even more than going to sleep with him each night.
Just after five-thirty Tuesday morning, he spoons me, cups my breast, nuzzles my neck, and murmurs, “How did you sleep?”
I sink into his embrace. “Not great, but better than Sunday night. How about you?”
“About the same.” He kisses a slow trail along my shoulder. “I should have cleared my entire week to spend with you.”
I smile, beginning to wake up fully thanks to the way he’s touching me. “A honeymoon in bed?”
“We haven’t discussed a honeymoon. Where do you want to go?”
“You don’t have time for a honeymoon right now.”
“I don’t think you have any idea of just what I would make time for, Kristen.”
This is officially my favorite way to wake up.
“Let’s get through this scandal and then talk about a honeymoon.”
His teeth graze my skin. “What are your plans for today?”
“I thought I’d visit my husband at his work and make him fuck me on his desk.”
“Fuck,” he rasps, taking hold of my cheek so he can angle my face to his and kiss me. He unleashes thousands of my butterflies when he says, “If Jane refuses to let you ruin my schedule, tell her she’s fired. You come before everyone on my calendar.”
“My only plans for today are to pack some more of my belongings and go and see my mother,” I say as Bradford starts kissing his way down my neck.
He stops what he’s doing. “Do you want me to go with you?”
I smile. Always my protector. “No, but I love you for offering. I do think, though, that I really may need to call you and take up some of your time after I see her.”
I went to bed last night feeling confused about everything. Hurt and disappointed. This morning, I’m angry and I need to get that anger out of me. I have no idea what my mother is thinking, but if I know her as well as I think I do, she’s busy doing all that smoothing she does. My mother is an expert at polishing the facade of her life, making it as shiny as she can for the world. It’s a skill that has been passed down from generation to generation, one I learned, but one I’ve chosen to unlearn. I’m breaking the cycle and that starts today. It’s time for me and Mom to have the realest conversation we’ve ever had.
“Call me or come and see me,” Bradford says. “I’m in and out of the office today for meetings so just check with me first to see where I am.”
I curl my fingers tightly around his arm. “Thank you.”
He slides a leg over mine and goes back to teasing me with his lips. “I had a filthy dream about you last night.”
Holy God, I change my mind. My favorite way to wake up is not Bradford telling me he’d give up many things to make time for me; it’s him telling me, in the sexiest voice, that he had a filthy dream about me.
I bite my lip as smutty words fill my mind. Words I’ve never said to another man. “Was I sitting on your face?”
He tweaks my nipple and grinds his erection against my ass. “That dirty mouth of yours will be my downfall.” His hand glides down my body to spread my legs before making its way to my pussy. He rubs my clit, groaning when I arch my back and press myself against his dick. “You were on your knees with your wrists in restraints while you gave me a handjob. It was so fucking hot watching you stroke my dick while your wrists were bound. After that, you demanded I blindfold you and fuck you for hours.” He pushes a finger inside me. “You begged for it to be rough.”
Holy God, right now I want to beg him to just fuck me already.
“What else?” I urge him to keep talking dirty to me while rolling onto my back and opening my legs for him.
He grips my thigh and pulls my leg wider before skimming his hand up my thigh, back to my pussy. Taking his time, he rubs my clit. Circle after circle of pleasure relaxes every muscle in my body, pushes every thought from my mind but what Bradford is doing to me.
“How rough do you like it?” He pushes two fingers inside me. They slide in easily because I’m so damn wet. “Harder than I’ve already fucked you?”
I roll my hips, moving with him as he finger fucks me. “I don’t know.”
His gaze is focused intently on mine. He knows what I’m saying. I’ve never been fucked as hard as he has fucked me. “Do you want to find out?”
God. Yes.
“Yes.” I close my eyes as his fingers move inside me with skill. “I also want you to tell me more about your dream.”
He increases his tempo as he bosses, “Look at me.”
It’s an order that thrums in my veins. I almost want to not look at him. Defy him. Just to make him even bossier. My body lives for this side of him.
I do as he says, meeting his searing gaze for only a second before his lips collide with mine in the kind of desperate kiss that arouses every inch of me and awakens parts that I didn’t know existed.
I grab his neck, my fingers carving their print into his skin while I kiss him with the same level of need. I always want him to wake me up like this. Always.
He ends our kiss but keeps his face close to mine while continuing to finger fuck me. “You begged me to fill your mouth with my cock.” He licks my neck and kisses it. “You told me to come down your throat.”
I squeeze my pussy around his fingers. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”
He thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them to stroke my G-spot, and it’s so.damn.good.I.may.just.die. I sink my fingers even harder into his skin and squeeze my eyes closed as pleasure consumes me.
“Give me your eyes, Kristen.”
I almost forget to breathe thanks to the growl in his demand.
I open my eyes. “Give me your dick.”
He fucks me faster with his fingers. “I will, baby, but first I want to watch you come.”
Baby.
He’s never called me that.
It does things to me.
Makes me feel things I never knew could be felt.
My back arches.
My toes curl.
My pussy clenches.
Ecstasy pulses in my veins. Lights up my skin. Pulls me under.
The pressure builds and I feel everything at once and nothing at all.
I lose myself.
And then I’m coming.
Letting myself go.
Falling off the cliff.
It’s not until Bradford kisses me that I find myself again.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says.
I roll onto my side and reach for his dick, loving the way his face reveals his pleasure as I stroke him. I could spend hours watching him like this. “I can’t decide if I want to ride your face before I ride your dick.” I barely recognize myself. These are not words I use during sex, but hot damn if this man doesn’t bring them out in me.
“Fuck.” His hands are on me before I realize, and he’s pulling me on top of him. “I haven’t got it in me to wait even another second to fuck you. You can sit on my face tonight. Right now, you’re taking my dick.”
He grasps my hips and positions me where he wants me, his strength making it so that he looks like he’s lifting a feather rather than my body. When I take his hard length as deeply as it will go, his groan is guttural and the most masculine sound I have ever heard.
His eyes are on my body, glued to my tits while I swirl on him slowly. He reaches up and grabs one of my breasts, squeezing it roughly in a completely impolite way. A way I really fucking like.
It’s that coarse move that unleashes my inner bad girl. A girl I’ve not yet met. But holy hell, she’s been woken up this morning.
I take hold of Bradford’s wrists and press them to the bed. “Keep these here.”
Surprise flares in his eyes, right alongside burning desire. That heat intensifies when I shift, placing my feet either side of his body and bringing my knees up in squatting cowgirl position. I rest my hands behind me on his thighs, roll my hips, and move my ass back and forth while I fuck him.
Bradford’s gaze locks onto my pussy that’s on full display to him. My gaze is fixed to his face. To the expressions that tell me he can’t get enough of me.
“Fuck, Kristen.” His hands snap around my ankles. “I’m going to jerk off to this later.”
I clench him inside me, which causes his fingers to squeeze tightly around my ankles. It also earns me another one of those groans of his I love. “Promise you’ll text me before you do, so I can get off at the same time.” Who even am I right now?
His eyes come to mine, intense and so damn turned on. “Such a filthy girl.”
“Only for you.”
His dick is so hard inside me. Throbbing.
He’s let me take charge, but when I tell him I’m only a filthy girl for him, he lets go of my ankles and reaches one hand around my hip and the other for my breast. He pulls me forward so my position changes and his hips jerk up and he goes balls deep into me. And then he comes.
“Oh, God,” I cry out as another orgasm shatters through me.
Bradford tenses and jerks again, filling me for the longest time as he comes.
Then, he’s sitting up, taking hold of me, and crashing his lips to mine. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, taking ownership of me. I grab his hair, pulling it between my fingers as I kiss him back as wildly as he’s kissing me.
His stubble scratches my cheeks.
His scent overwhelms me.
His everything ruins me.
“That’s one way to wake a woman up,” I say after he ends the kiss.
His hands move to my ass. “Even though you’re not adding sex to your nightly list of good things, that needs to go on today’s list.”
I grin. “We’ll see. Maybe you’ll do better tonight.”
“You’re going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you?” His entertained expression is something I now live for.
“I think that might be one of a wife’s jobs. I’ll track that information down today and let you know if it is.”
His phone vibrates with a string of texts.
“And there’s Alan,” I say. “He must have woken late this morning. Do you think that means he’ll be grumpier than he was yesterday?”
Bradford reaches for his phone to check the messages. “That wasn’t Alan.” He hands the phone to me. “It was Charlize.”
Charlize: Bradford! Can you please pass a message onto my third best friend who is ignoring our group texts. We’re trying to plan lunch with her today.
Charlize: Sorry, hit send too early. If Kristen is free today, we’re having lunch at twelve. We promise not to bombard her with more sex talk. We really just want to make sure she’s okay.
Charlize: Oops, I forgot to tell you where we’re going. Clementine’s.
Charlize: Also, Bradford, I have to thank you for canceling golf on Owen this morning. He spent the morning hiking with me instead.
I frown and glance up at Bradford. “Have you eaten at Clementine’s? I’ve never been there.”
“No.”
