hapter 144 Trying to Be a Good Wife
The moment the words left my lips, Ryan pulled me into his arms with a sudden, intense grip, crushing me against his chest. “Gabby,” he said, voice firm and unwavering, “that day is never going to happen.”
He was holding me so tightly that I could barely breathe. I shifted in his arms, squirming slightly, and tilted my face up to meet his gaze.
His eyes were like deep, endless whirlpools–dark, intense, and hiding countless secrets.
Before I could even think of a reply, he kissed me.
It started at my cheek, his warm lips trailing slowly, almost reverently, toward the corner of my mouth. And then he kissed me for real–deep, urgent, like he needed it to survive. Like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go.
My mind blurred, my heart pounding as I instinctively wrapped my arms around him.
Softly, almost like a promise, I whispered, “Ryan. I’ll learn how to be good at this. At being your wife.” Ryan seemed to miss what I said. He lowered his head, “What was that?”
I looked up into his eyes and smiled gently. “Being your wife. I want to try–I want to be good at it.” He froze for a moment, like my words had hit something deep inside him. Then, slowly, he moved me into his lap, tilted my chin up again, and kissed me–this time with a rawness I hadn’t felt before. This kiss wasn’t just hungry. It was possessive. Fierce. Like he wanted to claim me, body and soul. His tongue slid into my mouth with hesitation, commanding and full of need.
I couldn’t fight back. His kiss left me breathless, my hands clutching at his shirt as I melted in his
arms.
When he finally pulled back, we stayed like that–foreheads pressed together, breaths ragged and tangled.
I could feel the hard press of his arousal through his pants, hot and insistent.
My body tensed instinctively, afraid to move even an inch.
Ryan drew in a deep breath, clearly trying to keep it together. His voice came out low, rough around the edges. “Gabby, you really know how to drive a man crazy.”
I bit my lip, guilt flickering in my chest. I hadn’t once satisfied him in bed. As his wife, wasn’t that unfair? Still catching my breath, I looked away and mumbled, “Well… maybe if you behave yourself, we could do it. Just once.”
His hand caught my chin, tilting my face back toward him. His eyes were wild, his voice deadly serious. “What did you just say?”
My heart shot up to my throat. I cleared it quickly and turned away.
“Nothing! Forget it!” In a panic, I stood up from his lap, quickly adjusted my clothes, and tried to pull it together. “You should get back to work. I won’t get in your way. I’m heading home.”
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Chapter 144 Trying to Be a Good Wife
And just like that–I made my escape. If I stayed any longer, who knows what he’d dol
Behind me, I heard him chuckle–low and helpless. “Slow down, don’t trip! I’ll have the driver take you home.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know!” I shouted over my shoulder, not slowing down.
On the way back, I sat in the car, leaning against the window, replaying everything that had just happened. My face grew hotter with every passing second, and my heart thumped wildly in my chest.
I pressed a hand to my chest, flustered and breathless.
I’m really falling hard for Ryan this time….
How could I not? He was hot, sweet, totally in tune with me–and knew exactly how to push every single one of my buttons.
But still… something didn’t feel quite right. Could this kind of perfect happiness really be this effortless?
As the thought passed through me, I rubbed my cheeks, trying to calm down–when suddenly, my phone buzzed.
The screen lit up with a new message. It was from Ryan.
[Baby, next time don’t run off like that. Save your energy… we’ll need it later–in bed. Deal?]
I nearly dropped my phone, my face turning beet red on the spot!
