Temporary Wife

by Aria Ford

  It wasn’t like me to sleep with a man I didn’t know but what was the harm? Wasn’t everyone entitled to a one-night stand? To a night of abandon, a night full of nothing more than animalistic desire?

  Chapter 4

  Brad

  Olivia’s foot rubbed against mine, and I sucked in a breath of air. My heart stopped in my chest, and for a split second, the entire world seemed to slow. I stared at her green eyes from across the table, searching for some sign of her intention. Our attraction for one another was undeniable. I couldn’t look at her without imagining what it would feel like to kiss those plump lips or run my hands up her tight-fitting shirt.

  Against my will, my eyes darted to her chest. She was wearing a low-cut blouse that revealed just enough cleavage to keep me interested. The shirt was a pale brown color that made her eyes look like emeralds. When I first saw her wearing that outfit, she was standing in the hotel parking lot. I pulled in and felt my jeans grow tight around my dick. I told myself to get it together. This woman was a client and nothing more.

  Still, as dinner progressed, I found myself lost in her eyes and her words. I watched her lips while she spoke, soaking in every word. She wasn’t just sexy. She was intelligent. She admitted to having a degree from the University of New York, and everything she said contained a cool confidence I wasn’t used to. Most women I spent time with wanted one thing and one thing only. Olivia was different. She required more thought, more effort.

  When her foot touched mine, I felt a shot of electricity shoot up my leg and land in my groin. My dick twitched, and I cleared my throat. I thought about moving my foot, just to keep the line firmly drawn between us, but I couldn’t. It was like the damn thing was fused to hers, unable to move even if I wanted it to. What the hell was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I control myself around this woman?

  “So,” she said after taking a small bite of her dessert. It was a scoop of chocolate ice cream served over a brownie. She sucked the spoon dry, her tongue darting out of her mouth just enough to make my flush with desire. “Other than working at the shop, what do you do?”

  “I own the shop,” I said, my tone casual. “And honestly, I don’t have much time for anything else. Work keeps me pretty busy.”

  “I can imagine,” she said. Her words were light, but the air between us was anything but.

  “What about you?” I asked. “I saw your art supplies in the Jeep.”

  “Yeah.” She nodded. “I paint. It’s just a hobby, really.”

  She looked down at her hands. When I followed her gaze, I noticed they were stained with different colors. She obviously painted often for her skin to maintain that hue of various colors. It was clear from the look on her face that painting was much more than a hobby. I wanted to ask her more, to delve further into her psyche, but I stopped myself.

  This wasn’t about that. We weren’t here to get to know each other. This was just dinner with a stranger. I was being nice. She didn’t have much money or a working vehicle. It was only right for me to take her dinner. It didn’t mean we had to open ourselves to each other.

  “I tried to make it a career,” she said softly. “But that’s not really something you do in my family.”

  “Oh?” I was surprised she’d offered even this small bit of information.

  “No.” She shook her head. “My parents are more practical.”

  “I see,” I said.

  My head was spinning. I thought about sharing something about my own past, about my parents. It would have felt nice to tell Olivia about my mom bailing or my dad being a deadbeat, but her foot was still rubbing against my leg, and I couldn’t think straight. My entire body felt hot with desire, and the longer I stared at her, the harder my cock became.

  She ate her dessert so slowly that it was almost unfair. The way her tongue circled around her spoon, sucking off every last ounce of chocolate, made me imagine how she would look using that tongue for other things. I could already see her lips wrapped around my hard, throbbing cock. Her tongue circling me like it was that spoon…

  Fuck. I couldn’t stop thinking about getting her naked. Despite the number of women who flocked to my auto shop, I hadn’t slept with a woman I was genuinely attracted to in a long time. There was a time when I would go out to bars almost every night, prowling for a girl to take home with me. Back then I believed a good fuck was all I needed to forget about my problems. Now I knew better.

  Sex was great, and it was even better when the woman looked like Olivia but I’d long since given up searching for it. If a woman came to me, then great. If not, I had other things to do. My business was my focus. I spent a long time getting it off the ground and making it a success. I couldn’t risk losing focus. If my shop failed, I would be left with nothing.

  I knew sleeping with a customer wasn’t smart. If word got out that I fucked Olivia while her Jeep was locked away in my garage, my business would suffer. Casual sex wasn’t something new to this town, but people around here still had morals. Separating work from pleasure was important. If somehow I did sleep with Olivia, I knew I couldn’t ever let that get out.

  As I watched her suck on that spoon, still playing footsies with me beneath the table, I became eager to leave the restaurant. I waved the waitress over and asked for the check. She handed it to me, and I slid my credit card in the fold. She took it back and smiled, bouncing away. When I turned back to face Olivia, she was staring right at me with a fire behind her eyes.

  When she first came into my shop, I thought Olivia was a sheltered city girl—someone with money and popularity that shielded her from the struggles of hard work and adversity. Now, after having dinner with her, I knew I was wrong. This woman had obviously faced a few hardships in her life. She wasn’t naïve or innocent like I once believed. As that fire burned hotter behind her eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to bury myself between her long legs.

  The waitress brought my credit card back, and we left. I opened the truck door for Olivia, checking out her ass as she climbed inside. The drive back to her hotel was slow and torturous. Neither of us talked much, having exhausted all small talk options at the restaurant. I could feel Olivia’s eyes flicker to my face every few seconds and I knew she was thinking the same thing as me.

  I pulled the truck into the parking lot and turned to face Olivia.

  “Which one is yours?”

  “402,” she said, pointing straight ahead.

  I nodded and found a parking spot just below her room. She turned to face me, opening her mouth like she was ready to say goodbye. I knew I could let her. I could just smile, and she would get out of the truck. She would disappear into her hotel room, and I wouldn’t see her again until Monday morning. Part of me knew that was the best way to handle this situation but a bigger part told me I was being an idiot. This woman was clearly hot for me. Was I really going to let her walk away?

  “I’ll walk you up,” I said.

  She smiled and nodded, climbing out of the truck and waiting for me to join her. We walked up the stairs, and I let her go ahead of me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her tight ass. My cock pressed against my jeans and I groaned softly, imaging how her ass would look while I took her from behind.

  “Well,” she said when we reached her room. “Thank you again for dinner. That was very kind of you.”

  “It was nothing,” I said.

  My eyes flicked down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. She was staring at me in a way that told me I’d be a fucking moron not to kiss her. I took a step forward and leaned down slowly. I saw her eyes fill with that same fire from before, and when my lips met hers, she moaned softly into my mouth.

  I wrapped my arms around her waist and yanked her body roughly against mine. She moaned again, tangling her fingers in my hair and kissing me back with abandon.

  Chapter 5

  Olivia

  Brad’s lips collided with mine and I forgot how to breathe. We spent the entire night flirting and dancing
around our desires, but I never expected him to be so forward. Rubbing feet beneath the table was one thing; actually kissing was something else entirely. When I moaned against his lips, he took that as an invitation. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me forward, pressing me roughly against his body.

  I could feel the outline of his muscles beneath his shirt, and I moaned again, tangling my fingers in his hair and letting myself come undone. Brad was the type of kisser who could unarm anyone’s defenses. He took control and made me forget where I was. His lips were soft, yet firm as they moved against mine. When his tongue begged for entry, I lost all hope of resisting. My body took over, and I felt desire pool between my legs.

  His lips worked furiously over mine while his hands groped at my ass. He squeezed me and kissed hard, leaving me breathless. When those same lips traveled down to my neck, I gasped and held on to him for dear life. It didn’t matter that we were standing outside my hotel room or that someone could see us at any moment. The only thing that mattered was the feel of his body against mine.

  I knew I would slow things down, but I didn’t want to. I wanted him to take me right there. As his lips claimed mine again, I searched frantically for my key. It was tucked away in my back pocket, and when I found it, my hands were trembling.

  “Let me,” Brad said, his voice low and husky. The sound sent shivers down my spine.

  He took the key from me and slid it in the door with expert precision. The door swung open, and in an instant, Brad was on me again, his hands on my ass and his tongue in my mouth. My entire body melted into him. For the first time in my life, I stopped thinking. I turned off my brain and let my desire take control.

  The door slammed shut behind us, and I threw my purse to the ground, running my hands down Brad’s back. His muscles were so prominent that I longed to get him naked. Moving my hands to his chest, I unbuttoned his shirt with furious speed. I shoved it off his shoulders. It fell in a pile on the floor. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling his pecks and moaning against his mouth. I’d never felt that with a man as fit as Brad. It made my body shiver with excitement.

  When I moved my hands lower, running my fingertips over his abs, he growled against my lips and squeezed my ass. He lifted me easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his dick press against me. Our kiss was insane, our lips barreling against each other with wild, desperate abandon.

  He backed me up, pressing my body against the wall. His lips moved down to my neck, nibbling my skin and making me gasp. I was soon breathless as he kissed his way to my breasts. My shirt was low-cut, so he shoved it to the side and attached me with ruthless force. I ran my fingers through his hair, panting and writhing with desire.

  When he moved us toward the bed, I was ready for anything. He threw me backward, making me bounce slightly. I grinned at him while his eyes traveled over my body. He looked hungry, and I loved that look in his eyes. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, pulling his boxers down with them. The sight of his huge cock bursting free was enough to make me moan.

  He growled again and crawled over me. His hands moved first to my jeans. He looked at me questioningly as his fingers stopped over the button. I nodded, and he ripped them from my body, throwing them and my panties to the floor. Lifting me easily, he removed my shirt, sliding his hands around my back to unhook my bra. When he let me fall back against the bed, I was fully naked and ready for him.

  His eyes raked over me and then his lips were on mine, kissing me like he’d never stop. I wrapped one leg around him and pulled his cock right against me, grinding my hips against his. He groaned and threw my leg off, his hand searching for my pussy.

  When he slid his fingers over my clit, I cried out and arched my back. Our lips fell away from each other while he slid down to attach to my nipples. He bit and licked me, rubbing my clit with fury. I felt like my body was on fire as he took control of my pleasure. I’d never been with a man who was as strong and intense as Brad. He didn’t wait for my blessing. He didn’t move slowly, he just took me, overwhelming me with a blind pleasure I’d never felt before.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned softly. Brad shoved one finger inside me, and I cried out again, gasping and breathing heavily.

  He fucked me with his finger, moving hard and fast. I’d only slept with a few men, but none like Brad. I knew he would take me for the ride of my life.

  I felt myself growing closer and closer, my body writhing and shaking. He pulled back to watch me, our eyes locking together. His darkened as he watched me shake.

  “Come for me,” he demanded. “Come for me, Olivia.”

  The order was enough to send my body flying over the edge, but the command in his voice was more than I could take. He fucked me so hard and so fast that my eyes rolled back in my head, and I grabbed on to the bed spread for stability.

  “Yes…” I moaned. “Oh God, yes. Oh! Fuck!”

  I came hard and fast, shooting upward, my hips slamming against his hand. Pleasure rocked through me, making my head spin and my body shake. Brad didn’t wait for me to finish. He pulled his hand away from my pussy and dove for his jeans. Grabbing a condom out of his pocket, his tore the wrapper off and threw it to the ground. While waves of pleasure were still cascading through me, Brad threw my legs apart and yanked me toward him.

  He was rough with me, but I never once felt threatened. This was everything I’d always wanted—a man to take control and fuck me into oblivion.

  When he was poised at my entrance, our eyes met again, and he waited a fraction of a second. When he knew I was ready, he slammed into me with force. I arched my back and gasped with renewed desire, my hips lifting to meet his.

  He rammed himself into me, his cock filling me completely. I could still feel the after effects of my orgasm, and with each thrust, he threw me closer to the edge all over again. While he took me, his reached down to pinch my nipples in between his fingers. His eyes ravished my body, taking in the sight of my tits bouncing and my hips thrusting against his.

  In one motion, he lifted me up and pulled my body against his. I was sitting on his dick. He was perched on his heels. I couldn’t believe his strength. He continued to thrust upward while I rode him. Our rhythm was instant and perfect, our bodies perfectly in sync.

  I threw my head back and let the sensation take me over. His teeth attacked my skin, biting my neck and my tits, sucking my nipples between his lips while I held on to his shoulders for dear life. My eyes rolled, and I dug my nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he threw my back down on the bed. This time, his body pressed against mine.

  He grabbed my leg, hiking it up and pounding into me. I felt sweat pouring over my body and I shaking beneath him. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. Pleasure and desire ran through me, and when I came again, it was so intense I felt tears form behind my eyes.

  “Fuck,” he growled, feeling my pussy collapse around his cock.

  “Holy shit,” I moaned. “God yes…”

  He came right after me, thrusting forward and grunting loudly. His dick throbbed and jerked inside me, dragging out my own pleasure. His body trembled above mine, his hands digging into my sides. We held on to each other for what felt like hours, just feeling every single wave of ecstasy that rocked through us.

  Chapter 6

  Olivia

  I woke the next morning with a soreness between my legs and a smile on my face. As I rolled over, my eyes slowly opened. Sunlight was streaming in through the curtains, and I squinted against its brightness. When I could finally look around, I saw that Brad was nowhere in sight. After we had sex the night before, I passed out almost immediately. He took me in a way that left me trembling and exhausted. It was amazing, incredible, and earth-shattering.

  Part of me was disappointed to find him gone that next morning but I wasn’t surprised. He didn’t so much as leave a note but really, what did I expect? Hadn’t I already thought of this as a one-night stand even be
fore we slept together? It wasn’t a bad thing that he was gone. Besides, I knew I would see him again on Monday morning when I went back to the shop to find out the prognosis on my Jeep.

  Instead of dwelling on his absence, I decided to spend the day exploring. Even without a car, I could find something to do. Pushing myself out of bed, I grabbed a quick shower and then dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a comfortable T-shirt. I tied my wet hair back in a braid and slid on my tennis shoes. Once I was ready, I left my hotel room in search of something to see.

  I found a little diner just down the road. There, I ate a quick and cheap breakfast before I continued my walk. Along the road, there wasn’t anything special, so I decided to venture out further. I wandered through a line of trees until I found a large clearing filled with dry dirt and cacti. I looked around with a smile on my face. Here in New Mexico, I knew I was surrounded by desert, but the trees had thrown me. I didn’t expect to see anything so barren so soon.

  I smiled and took in the sights, taking a sip of the water bottle I’d bought at the diner. This was exactly the sort of thing I wanted to discover. Living in New York City prevented me from exploring the world. Sure, Central Park was great, but it wasn’t exactly nature. Surrounded by skyscrapers and city life, I never truly felt like I was part of the real world. In New Mexico, it was different.

  I walked slowly, taking care not to wander too far from the road. My eyes roamed freely, taking in the cacti and different creatures. I saw a few snakes and steered clear of them. I made mental notes, promising myself I would paint this scene the second I returned to my hotel. My chest swelled as I sat down to take a rest, still smiling and feeling happier than I’d felt in years.

  Despite my Jeep’s demise, this road trip had been everything I wanted. I’d stopped at various places, making sure to take a few hikes and see some nature. The interstates weren’t exotic or exciting, but sometimes, if I searched, I could find a stretch of land that took my breath away. It was sights like this desert plain that inspired me to keep going. I left New York hoping to see the world, and now that I had, I had no regrets.