Save the Date (Modern Arrangements, #1)

I put my finger over her lips.

"Shhh," I opened my eyes and looked into hers. She furrowed her brow. I moved my fingers to rub away the crease lines. "Don’t tell me it was wrong or it was a mistake or that it can’t happen again."

"But I was the one that said this shouldn’t happen and then –"

"So what?" Anger started to replace aggravation. How could she still be so concerned about having sex with her husband? I dropped my head to her shoulder. "We’re married, live together, sleep in the same bed, and have no other sexual partners. I would say sex with each other was going to happen. To be honest, I’ve wanted it for awhile, was definitely hoping it would happen and do not want to go back to not having sex with you." I looked into her eyes, gauging her reaction. I couldn’t believe that she looked surprised.

"I’m a hypocrite," she groaned, rolling onto her stomach.

"I’m not complaining." I kissed her back.

"Of course you aren’t," She laughed, attempting to pull away from my kisses. "This just complicates the situation even more." She huffed.

Grabbing her shoulder, I rolled her over to her back, again. Like before, she covered her chest. Taking hold of her wrists, I pulled them away from her chest.

"Don’t." Leaning down, I kissed between her breasts.

"Will you stop it," She groaned.

"Nope," I looked up and grinned before covering her mouth with mine.

She tried to pull away. Grasping her wrists firmly, I placed them on either side of her head and straddled her thighs.

"What are you going to do now?" I grinned.

"I hate you," she growled, but the smile at the corner of her mouth gave her away.

"Keep telling yourself that, hypocrite." I raised an eyebrow.

"You suck," she tried not to smile again. It was a losing battle.

"Are you propositioning me?" I leaned down and took her bottom lip into my mouth, sucking gently before releasing it with a large smile.

"Don’t you have to get ready for work or something?"

"Unfortunately."

I let go of her wrists and climbed off the bed, walking nude to the bathroom.

"Feel free to join me in the shower," I shouted over my shoulder entering the bathroom. I left the doors open behind me.

Standing under the hot water, I almost started pacing, hoping she would join me. If she had, I would’ve not only loved it, but it would’ve told me that she was okay with what we shared. I knew she was nervous and worried about how sex would affect our ‘arranged’ relationship, but she just didn’t seem to get that I really did care about her. It’s wasn’t just an arrangement for me anymore, it was a part of my life. She had become more than just a need, I wanted her.

I waited a few more minutes for her to show up before I climbed out of the shower. I toweled off and shaved before returning to the bedroom. The room was empty and so was the bed. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair.

Once dressed, I headed down to the kitchen. There was no sign of her.

"Good morning, Rachel."

"Good morning, Mr. Iverson," she smiled brightly.

"Have you seen Lilli?"

"No sir. Not this morning. Is everything okay?" I could see the genuine concern on her face.

"No, no, everything is fine. I just want to tell her good bye is all." I forced as smile. I wanted to say good bye, but also wanted to reassure her she wasn’t a hypocrite.

I glanced into a few rooms on my way to the front door, bur still didn’t find her. Grabbing my coat and bag, I went out to the waiting car, speeding away to work.

I was in the middle of thinking about Lilli, straddled over my lap in the library, when my phone buzzed.

"Mr. Iverson?"

"Yes, Amy?"

Quickly, I thought of Viola waving the rubber dildo at Lilli’s bachelorette party. That worked.

"Mrs. Iverson is on the phone." Excitement coursed through my veins. I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Aidan, dear." Disappointment flooded through me, it was Aunt Anne. My balls instantly shriveled. I loved my aunt, but she's so stuck up it literally nauseates me sometimes.

"Yes, how can I help you this afternoon?"

"I was hoping to find out when you would be having your dinner party?"

See, this is what I mean. There is no dinner party planned, but the ‘proper’ thing to do would be to plan one since we are back from the honeymoon.

"Actually, we haven’t really had a lot of time to set the date for it yet, but I’ll let you know as soon as –"

"Oh dear boy, do you need some help? Or does your wife need some assistance? I’m sure she’s not familiar with our traditions." Now, she was insulting Lilli.

"No, she has it under control, but thank you. I’ll let her know you’ve offered your assistance." We quickly made pleasant goodbyes and hung up.

I had both hands in my hair, gripping tightly, when I flashed to Lilli yanking on it last night. As if on cue, James burst through my office door.

"Come on, dearest cousin of mine, we’re going out to lunch!" He leaned, palms down, onto my desk in front of me with a large smile.

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