Temporary Marriage (Complete MATCHMAKER BOOK 3)

Chapter 21

“ GARRETT POV ”

“Hmmm, consequences. That sounds interesting,”

she sassed with a smirk.

I narrowed my eyes and hardened my jaw, giving the impression of anger, though what I was really doing was suppressing the urge to laugh.

She was so fucking adorable.

“I think it might be time to break out the cuffs.”

Her eyes widened a little, and she lost the smirk with a hard swallow.

“Um…handcuffs?”

My roguish smile grew as I nodded.

“Mmhmm. Bad girls get restrained while their man torments them.”

She still looked a little uneasy, and I got serious for a minute.

I would never do anything she didn’t like or that made her afraid of me.

“Do you trust me?”

I asked solemnly.

She nodded without hesitation, and when she realized that, it cleared away some of the nerves.

“Then believe me when I say that I would never hurt you. They are fur-lined Cozy Cuffs, beautiful.”

I locked my gaze with hers.

“I will always take care of you. Even when I’m punishing you,”

I finished with a wink. The anxiousness in her eyes dissipated completely and was replaced by a spark of curiosity.

“Now, that leaves only one question.”

I put my finger to my chin and stared at the roof as I pretended to contemplate.

“Which method should I use to torment you? I could kiss and touch you and drive you fucking mad until you are so desperate, you beg me to let you come. Or I could make you come so hard, over and over, that you’ll be so fucking exhausted you pass out.”

She shivered and wiggled her ass, and her brown eyes practically glowed with burning need.

I held her still again and inhaled deeply, trying to get myself under control.

I hadn’t been kidding about coming in my pants. My dick was a steel fucking rod.

I told it to have patience, but he had other ideas, and images of fucking my wife in the back of my Escalade wouldn’t stop flashing in my head.

Shit. Shit. Shit.My eyes darted to the scenery outside the window and desperately hoped we were almost home.

Hallefuckinglujah.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted my brownstone.

We pulled into the garage a minute later, and I lifted Nathalie off of my lap and climbed out of the car faster than I expected, considering my stiff condition.

Then I reached all the way in and hauled Nathalie out, lifting her right into my arms and marching to the door.

I placed my thumb on the pad and waited for it to scan my print.

“Hey, Garrett?”

I glanced over at Jack, not really paying attention, my focus on getting my wife naked.

“Next time we replace your car, we’re getting one with privacy glass.”

Nathalie buried her head in my neck, her laughter muffled against my skin.

The lock on the door disengaged right then, so I didn’t even answer him as I rushed into the house.

“That was kind of rude,”

Nathalie admonished me with a giggle.

“I don’t give a fuck,”

I grunted as I took the stairs two at a time.

“If I don’t get inside you soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

We entered the bedroom, and I gently dropped her onto the mattress.

I pointed to her and gave her a stern look.

“Don’t fucking move, beautiful,” I commanded.

I went into the closet and grabbed a box I’d stashed back there after an impromptu foray into a lingerie store one day.

Then I rummaged through a drawer for the handcuffs that Mike’s wife had jokingly sent as a

“Wedding Present.”

Items in hand, I returned to the bed and nodded at Nathalie, who was exactly where I’d left her.

“Good girl,”

I murmured as I set everything on the bedside table.

I held out my hand, palm up, and waited for her to grasp it.

She took it and sat up, then got to her feet when I tugged a little and stood back to give her room.

My eyes coasted over her body, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting her.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I let her see the heat in my eyes as I watched her intensely.

“Strip,” I commanded.

Nathalie’s hands trembled as they went to the zipper on the side of her dress, but there was no fear in her eyes.

She looked curious, though there was also a glimmer of anticipation.

Though she wasn’t sure what was coming next, she trusted me enough to be open to it.

It made me feel like she’d placed the whole fucking world at my feet.

But then, that’s what she was to me.

Fuck!!,

I was hard as steel, and I needed to talk myself down so that I wouldn’t skip over everything

I had planned and just plant my dick inside her and fuck her until we both passed out.

With a soft swish, her red dress was in a puddle around her feet.

“Fuck,”

I whispered in awe.

Underneath all that silk had been a sheer, cream bustier that cinched her waist and held her breasts up so they were practically spilling out of it.

She was wearing tiny matching panties, and when I spun my finger, indicating for her to do a spin, I sucked in a breath at the sight of her gorgeous naked ass.

She started to bend over, going for her shoes.

“Stop,”

I demanded, my voice hoarse from the strain of holding on to my control.

“Leave them on. Turn around and bend over, elbows on the bed, feet wide apart.”

I grunted my approval when she immediately obeyed.

My mouth was dry, and I licked my lips again as I closed the space between us.

I took each round globe of her bottom in a hand and smoothed my fingers over the soft skin.

Keeping a careful eye on her reaction, I swiftly slapped a palm down on one cheek and groaned at the sight of my red handprint on her quivering flesh.

Nathalie’s head popped up and spun so she was looking at me over her shoulder.