Bartered Desire: The Billionaire's Wife, Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) Read Free Page B

place on the fine granite. Digging inside it I sighed with relief when I found my phone.
    I flipped it on and found it still had quite a bit of battery left. I hightailed it back to the half-bath, shut the door, and called Sadie.
    She picked up on the third ring.
    “Hey, girl,” she drawled. “How'd dress shopping go?”
    “I'm married,” I blurted.
    She didn't answer for a moment. Then: “What?”
    “I'm married,” I repeated.
    “What?”
    “Married, Sadie. Married.”
    “I fucking heard you the first time!” she snapped. “What I want to know is... What? And... like, how?”
    “I don't know,” I snapped back. “It's all kind of a blur.”
    “Jesus fuck, Lis. When I said you needed to get married in the next twenty-four hours before I drunk-blabbed it, I didn't fucking mean it.”
    “Well it wasn't my idea,” I said, and I briefly outlined the sequence of events that had led to a sudden elopement in Vegas.
    “So what you're saying is you gave him a blowjob so amazing that he had to marry you right then and there?” Sadie asked when I was done.
    “No!” Memories of Anton's traumatized face flashed across my mind and I shuddered. “No, nothing like that. It was like a spur of the moment thing, I guess.”
    “I guess,” she said. “You didn't tell me you were sleeping with him already.”
    “I'm not,” I said. “I mean, I wasn't. I... shit, I don't know. All I know is that he is super hot and we were kind of all over each other since the first day we met. But we didn't do, like, The Deed until after we were married.”
    She started to laugh. “You waited to have sex until you were married?” she howled at me. “Oh my god, that's rich.”
    “Shut up! It wasn't my choice,” I said. “I'd have fucked him five minutes after meeting him if he'd let me. And we've done other things.”
    “You didn't tell me that before.”
    “It didn't seem important.”
    “You really are a ditz,” Sadie said. “Of course it's important. He's really into you. You don't think that's a big deal somehow? Like, I don't know, it might have an impact on your marriage?”
    Okay, truthfully, I hadn't really thought it out that far. And it hadn't seemed like the sort of thing you needed for a stable marriage. Huge libidos, I had always thought, seemed like they were less likely to make a marriage work. Just look at my parents.
    “I don't know if he's into me or just wants a wife,” I said.
    “I thought you were going to talk to him about that or something.”
    “I don't remember.”
    “Shit.” I heard her sigh over the line. “You don't remember a lot. What, does his semen contain some kind of mind-altering drug?”
    I hesitated. “Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe,” I said.
    “Jesus. What time is it there?”
    “Only midnight.”
    “You'd better go wake him up,” she said. “You need to ask him why he wanted a wife in the first place.”
    “But what if he drugs me with his cock again?” I asked nastily.
    “Then bottle that shit up and sell it,” she said, and hung up. Sadie liked to hang up at dramatic points in conversations. She said it kept her life more like a Hollywood drama and less like a seedy, unfinished biopic. I said it was really fucking annoying, but what did I know? I was a ditz.
    I shut my phone off and sat on the toilet seat for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. When that didn't work, I resolved to have a shower. Showers always helped me think. Also I was extra gross.
    But when I tiptoed back into our bedroom, I found myself slowing down and trying to decide what to do. If I took a shower in the bathroom that had to be around here somewhere, he was probably going to wake up and want to fuck me. And for the first time, I found myself not wanting that. The experience we shared in the limo was still too new, too raw and at the surface. I just wanted to take a shower and go back to sleep. So what turned men off from sex?
    I smiled. Talking.
    I scrambled into bed next to Anton and gave him a hard poke