MY GORGEOUS WIFE IS AN EX-CONVICT

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Claire stared dazedly at the man before her. She believed him. Even though he didn’t have a steady job and no home of his own, she trusted his word. Indeed, his words had given her an unprecedented sense of security.

Maybe she didn’t have to go it alone. Maybe she did have someone she could rely on.

“Make the call.” He brought the phone before her.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then took the phone and called her manager on-call at the Sanitation Center.

As the phone rang and she waited to be connected to her manager, she felt her blood pressure rise. She didn’t love this job, but she really didn’t want to lose it. She trusted that isaac could provide for them, but she didn’t want that responsibility to fall to him.

“Hello, Mrs. Humbert” she said politely when her boss answered. Then she gave a summary of the accident, leaving out the whole “I was pushed by sandra mayers and bullied by my ex-fiance’s new fiancee audrey beckett.

She thought Mrs. Humbert would tell her no. Or that she’d have to apply with the county or request additional approvals,

but there were no extra hurdles. To her total surprise, Mrs.Humbert  inquired about her health and suggested she take longer than a week if she needed to. Furthermore, she would still be paid the minimum wage and her salary would not be affected.
Claire couldn’t believe it.

“What happened?” isaac  asked.

“She said yes.”

He continued to wash her foot, and his hand slipped around to massage her ankle. Then her calf.

She sucked in a breath.

His dark gaze cut to hers.

“She, uh, told me to take more time.” claire could feel her face heating. “That particular manager has never been very warm toward me…”

“Don’t overthink it. You’re injured. It’s the right thing to do.”

His fingers gently along her ankle again and she felt tingles of goodness from her foot to the top of her head. Had anyone ever washed or massaged her like this? Lewis  never did. Even in their most intimate times, he wasn’t one for much foreplay.

As those tingles continued to race from the sole of her foot, up her leg to all those other places claire felt her face grow redder. She could imagine his strong hands, those long fingers, tracing higher up her legs, to where they v-ed. And once her thoughts took that turn, she couldn’t look at him without imagining the things he could do to her.

“All… all right.Thank you. I’m, uh, all clean,!” she hurriedly said. Ankles… who knew she had such sensitive ankles!?!

And yet his fingers were still gripping her leg. “Let me dry you.”

“It’s okay. I’m not that wet.” At least her legs and feet weren’t…

“Don’t move, Sister,” he ordered.

She felt awkward and frozen. Her senses were heightened with anticipation. Maybe it was the meds from the hospital. Maybe it was his touch, scent, his vow to take care of her.

Whatever the reason…

She wanted him.
Isaac unhurriedly picked up the towel next to him and carefully dried her. Then he swept her into his arms again, only this time, as he cradled her, she angled her head.

His neck craned instantly toward hers.

His eyelids lowered. When his lips were inches from hers, she sputtered, “isaac”