Chapter 17

Who would have known my prissy little wife was insatiable in bed? After we’d slept for a few hours, I awoke at the same time that she’d turned back toward me, palmed my cock, and had got me hard again like I was some teenager with his first girl.

The fact that Mari’s piece of shite ex hadn’t so much as eaten her out made me want to prove to her that she was better off with me.

Okay, fine—I didn’t want to examine too closely why it mattered. This was just a fling. Hot sex never lasted. It wore off; the luster turned dull. I had no expectations that this was anything more than what I always did with women.

But I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want it to last longer than these six months. That after Mari had fallen asleep, her hair strewn across her pillow, I’d imagined what it’d be like for us to be truly man and wife.

That night, Mari turned to me after I’d parked the car to say, “Are you nervous?”

I shot her an ironic glance. “Should I be?”

“If you’re not, I am. My family is…a lo