Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 149

She woke up sweating, only to find herself pressed tightly against Justin’s chest. No wonder she was so warm–he had her completely wrapped in

his arms.

Carefully, Edith tried to wriggle free without waking him. She was just about to slip out of bed when an arm snaked around her waist from

behind.

She let out a muffled gasp as she tumbled back onto the bed.

In no time, Justin rolled over, pinning her beneath him. Their eyes met. “Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured.

Edith pointed toward the bathroom. “I just need a shower. I’m all sticky

with sweat…”

Justin’s lips curled up. “Perfect timing. Let’s take care of our business first–otherwise, you’ll just need another shower after.”

Business?

What business?

Edith blinked in confusion, but Justin’s actions made his intentions perfectly clear.

He showered her with kisses so intense she could hardly catch her

breath.

She tried to slip her arm between them, to create a bit of space, but they were tangled too closely for that. Justin’s lips grazed her ear, his voice low and magnetic. “Hold me.”

Almost involuntarily, Edith’s arms slid around his waist.

Justin seemed pleased by her response; a satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth.

His voice, smooth as velvet, sent shivers down her neck.

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Edith frowned slightly, taking a few moments to adjust. Something about. Justin felt off this morning–like he was carrying around a storm of pent–up frustration.

But who had gotten under his skin?

She thought back over the previous night. Surely it wasn’t her–she’d already been fast asleep by the time he got home.

They carried on from dawn nearly until midday before Justin finally showed signs of stopping. Edith was utterly spent.

She pleaded for mercy, and only then did he relent.

Latonia’s voice echoed from outside the bedroom, breaking through the

haze of their labored breaths.

“Sir, ma’am, Attorney Grant is here.”

Edith’s mind was still mush from all the commotion, so before she could process anything, Justin scooped her up in his arms.

He strolled toward the bathroom, calling back over his shoulder, “Have him wait in the living room. Tell him Mrs. Hawksley and I are in the

shower.”

Edith lay against Justin’s chest, listening to his heart pounding strong and steady. He was always so full of energy.

She was too tired to even stand, so Justin took care of her–running the water, washing her hair, toweling her dry. She barely had to move a

muscle.

Their bedroom led directly into the walk–in closet.

Once she was dry, Justin carried her straight there. “Pick something to wear,” he said.

Edith felt a little self–conscious–being carried around with nothing on in

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