The Work Wife: A Romantic Comedy by C J Martín

Author:C J Martín [Martín, C J]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: CJ Martín Books, LLC
Published: 2019-02-25T00:00:00+00:00

Oliver

Mine. The one word loops through my mind, over and over again. Charlotte is mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

But the word is a direct contrast to the image seared into my brain: Simon’s hands clasped around Charlotte. His thick body pressed against hers. His lips on her skin. My skin.

Fury boils in my bones and I growl into the curve of her neck before my teeth sink into her delicate flesh. I bite her, actually bite her. Not a soft nibble or nip. No. It’s sharp teeth marking, claiming, owning her once and for all.

“Oliver,” she cries in pleasure. The sound of my name on her lips is like sin, and I curse the layers of fabric between us. If the rational part of my brain were working, I’d actually be scared by how desperate I am. Horrified at the caged animal clawing its way through skin and bones. Terrified of the living, breathing beast that has the power—and is quite capable—of devouring her whole.

I slam my hips against hers, loving the way she spreads her legs wider to accommodate me, allows my rock-hard cock closer to where it aches to be.

Her breath hitches as my hand tracks up her leg, squeezes her ass, kneading the soft flesh beneath her dress. She feels like everything I imagined she would.

Soft. Smooth. Woman.

My other hand traces a path, on a one-way mission to her other treasures, but just before my palm can close around her breast, she utters one word that stops me dead in my tracks, “Wait.”

No. I don’t think I’ve actually said the word aloud, but when my half-lidded eyes find hers, I know I have. Confused pools of blue with speckles of gunmetal grey stare back at me, a myriad of emotions dancing between us.

Lust. Uncertainty. Desire.

So much fucking desire.

She pushes on my forearm, causing me to release my grip. “We can’t do this.” She splays her hands flat against my chest. “I can’t do this.”

My head hangs heavy against her shoulder as a loud shuddering breath pushes past my lips. She’s right. What’s worse, I know she is and it pisses me right the fuck off. All of my pent-up desire darkens to anger and my head snaps up so that our gazes meet. “What the fuck kind of game are you playing, Charli?”

Her brow furrows. “What?”

I push away from the wall—away from her—and walk a few paces. Right. Left. “Is this all a joke to you?” I cock my head, pin her with angry eyes.

“What?” she asks again, voice growing louder. “You started this.”

My mind reels, the fury making my blood run hot. “What the fuck am I doing? What are we doing?” My hands clench at my sides. “Why would you be with him here? You had to have known I’d see you together.”

Her back stiffens, indignant. “I’m not the one who’s engaged.”

“What do you want me from me?” I stop pacing. “It’s…” I pause, drag out another slow breath and my eyes hold hers. “Ainsley and I have a long history.

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