2brown-eyes reads!

While the cat's away, the mice will play. With no sign of Edward's return on the horizon, his father has a team of lawyers scanning the will with a fine-tooth comb.

Will they find another catch, or will Wonder Boy's return push them all into the cold?

Stay tuned to find out!

AKA

I come to awareness slowly, light pushing against my closed lids while patient fingers knead my spine. It doesn't take much effort to sink deeper into the mattress and pretend that I'm asleep for just a little longer.

Air skates over my skin, the sheet pushed down to my waist. My hair is a fresh-fucked tangled mess, giving off a rich coconut scent, and I guess it really is true, the expensive stuff is better.

Lips join fingers, and a moan slips from my mouth, causing him to chuckle against my skin. "I thought you might be pretending."

I laugh, and it comes out as this husky, throaty sound. The tenor is something you'd hear from a sex goddess, not a broke waitress from a diner. Except, I'm not broke any longer, at least in theory. I'm the wife of a billionaire—a gorgeous vibrant billionaire who fucked me into oblivion last night—so I can't be broke.

Can I?

I roll to my back, watching as his eyes roam from my face to my naked chest. I can feel the flesh pinken under his intense gaze, but the urge to cover myself isn't anywhere to be found. When you've done the things we did last night, there's nothing left to be ashamed of.

"This back has never seen that kind of attention," I murmur, my voice shaking as his knuckles skate up my ribcage. "I could happily pretend all morning."

His brows form a deep V as he leans in, his fingers working in earnest now as they grip and dig. His pecs flex and bunch, and wetness pools between my thighs. "You've never had a massage before?"

I snort a laugh. "No."

His eyes jump to mine, surprise dancing in them. "We'll have a couple's massage later today."

My insides turn to mush. "I'd rather have you now."

"Fuck." The whispered curse sends my heart thundering inside my chest as his fingers glide down, down, down between my thighs. He cups me. "Are you sure you're not too sore? Last night was a lot."

My breath lodges in my throat and tears form before I can blink them away. For the first time, I wonder just how extensive his background check really was. Does he not know the life I've led and the things I've done?

His hard body is covering me before the tears can spill, thumbs going to my cheeks. "What's wrong? Did I offend you again?"

"Edward," I say, my voice cracking. "I don't think you know the woman you married."

His finger covers my lips. He moves it and presses a hard kiss before putting it back, the entire time his eyes are boring into mine. "When a man like me orders a background check, no stones are left unturned." I scan his eyes and nothing but sincerity stares back at me, so I bob my head. "Nothing in your past matters to me, and I'm sorry I made you think it's something that would concern me."

He removes his fingers, dipping his head. This time it's his tongue that snakes out and traces my lips. I open my mouth on a sigh and bury my fingers in his wild bedhead. Our chests are pressed together, legs intertwined. The way our bodies move together is an intricate dance that's been ingrained into us on a cellular level.

Instinct.

Being with him, like this, is the easiest thing in the world. Nothing about it is a hardship because he gives as much as he takes. I'm not used to being treasured or treated like a precious trinket, not used to a man considering my feelings at all.

As he pushes his way inside my body, he releases a satisfied grunt. "So fucking good," he murmurs, peppering my face and neck with open-mouthed kisses. "We're not"—kiss—"ever leaving this"—lick, kiss—"bed."

I lift my legs and lock them around his back, pressing into his ass with my heels so I can counter his thrusts. "So good, Edward. Faster," I moan, fisting his hair. "Harder."

Three days ago, I was a pissed-off waitress about to be kicked out of her moldy motel room.

Today, I'm the wife of a billionaire.

Tomorrow, we return to Forks.

And after that, who knows?

These two weren't satisfied with just 1 sex chapter hehe

Back to Forks we go!

See ya tmr :)