Undressed By His Legal Services: Marry Me Again

“I do not intend to break the fidelity clause. You have my word on that. I am yours and yours only to fuck on every surface, every location… And you are mine to explore in every delicious way…”

His hands tightened at her waist, eyes dropped to her mouth. “You’re getting me hard painting that picture, Trouble…”

“In every pleasurable way possible for the next five months.” she added.

Dorian went still. There was nothing like the reminder of the timeframe to douse his erection in cold water. “And after the five months are over?” He asked.

“I may be considering the marriage.”

Dorian’s expression soured instantly. “Ugh. He’s such an asshole, Naomi.”

She chuckled. “I know.” Then she leaned forward and kissed him.

It wasn’t long or particularly deep, but it did what it usually did, make him hunger for her.

“Speaking of ass holes…”

Dorian’s brows lifted. “Please don’t say what I think you are about to say.”

Naomi’s smile widened. “I’ve got one. We’ve got Saturday soon. Wanna do a little experimenting?”

His brain stopped functioning. Every thought he had immediately rearranged itself around Saturday. He groaned and dropped his head back. “Oh, you’re going to kill me. You had to tell me this on Monday? My mind is going to be stuck on that thought for the next fucking five days.”

“I will not function normally. I’ll be useless.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage.” She gave him the sultriest look imaginable and left the room.

He picked up his phone and dialled the one person in his life he knew would be able to handle this new information.

The call was picked up almost instantly.

“I think I am in love with my wife.” Dorian stopped. He heard the words in his own voice now that they were outside his head.

He sat there, phone pressed to his ear, and realized there was no panic attached. His eyes shifted toward the bedroom door Naomi had disappeared through. “I am in love with my wife.” He ended the call, lowered the phone slowly and stared at the door. “I’m so fucked.”

*****

Three months ago in Las Vegas, Naomi made the worst mistake of her life or so she thought.

She fucked a stranger.

Worse, she married him.

Dorian Heathcliffe is one of the most feared criminal lawyers in the city.

When she demands a divorce, Dorian has an even bigger problem.

She is wife number four.

Three failed marriages have already made him tabloid entertainment. He cannot suffer the humiliation of a fourth divorce so soon.

So he makes her an offer.

Find out what makes Dorian Heathcliffe impossible to love and what deep, dark secret does Naomi keep hidden.