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down at me.

“Keep going,” she said.

“What else do you want, honey?” I asked.

I wanted her to tell me about her dreams. What she wanted out of life and music. No holding back…

I brought my right thumb between her legs and pressed at her clit. I flicked my thumb back and forth.

She stared at me.

“Tell me right now,” I said.

“I want you to marry me!” Abby cried out.

I stood up. “What?”

She put her right hand over her mouth and her eyes went wide.

My thumb stopped moving.

“Say that again, Abby,” I said.

She shook her head.

“You want me to marry you?”

She nodded.

“Fuck… I knew I was good with my tongue… but to make you want to marry me…”

Abby moved her hand. “I fucking hate you, Reed. It has nothing to do with that. Well, it does. I mean, of course it does. But not just that. I didn’t mean to blurt it out. I just-”

I grabbed Abby’s hand and put it back over her mouth.

I leaned toward her and kissed her forehead.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to marry you,” I said. “But I have other business first.”

I sat back down and dipped my tongue between her legs.

Her cries of wanting me to marry her turned into cries of pleasure.

I tasted her desire and in the back of my mind I pictured her in a wedding dress, walking toward me.

Her feet moved on the piano keys, hitting random notes.

She groaned and whispered my name.

I wrote her name with the tip of my tongue.

Normal romance wasn’t our thing.

But this filthy kind of love was.

Epilogue

JAY

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a black towel and wrapped it around my waist. This bathroom had black tile and white trim. The shower had several different shower heads. A giant one in the middle that was like a waterfall. And there were a few that detached from the wall for a little more personal cleaning… or pleasure.

I looked back and saw the silhouetted figure of someone and I grinned.

She had enjoyed the shower head that detached.

She had enjoyed when I fucked her and held the shower head between her legs at the same time.

Now she just stood under the waterfall shower head, letting herself calm down.

They were all just someone to me.

Megan, Sarah, Lisa, Jane, Beth… insert name. Insert my cock. Have some fun.

What’s the difference, right?

I walked from the bathroom to the bedroom.

Everything was draped in a dark purple velvet.

The bed was a circle and in the middle of the floor.

The entire room screamed sex and rock star.

On the bed was another someone.

She had bright blue eyes and a smile that told a story. Growing up a good girl in a small town, making sure her grades were good, making sure she worked hard to learn her cheerleading routines, catching the eyes of the star quarterback.

She took the chance to head out west to try her hand at acting… singing… maybe even something as simple as getting into business… or just wanting to have the ocean as her backyard.

And now she was all mine.

For the night.

On my bed, on her hands and knees, her ass in the air behind her, a smile on her face as I approached the bed.

Her skin was milky smooth.

No tattoos or piercings anywhere.

She reached for the towel and I grabbed her wrist.

“Want to wait for your friend?” I whispered.

“She didn’t wait for me,” she said.

“Good point…”

We had started out in the pool.

Just the three of us.

They were my version of a shot of whiskey after a long day.

A day of playing, talking, thinking… planning a tour. All that rock star bullshit.

What started in the pool ended up here.

The other someone wanted to see the shower.

This someone wanted to swim a little more.

I took the first someone into the shower for a little private time and now I was going to get the same with this someone.

I was a complete piece of shit for not knowing or caring about their names.

But without names, there were no feelings.

No doubts.

No worries.

I moved my hand from someone’s wrist and she opened the towel.

I stepped closer to the bed and her hand touched me.

I reached for her ass and felt her mouth move over me.

She was warm with a sloppy tongue.

My fingers rubbed her ass… touching a very naughty spot that made her groan.

The doorbell rang.

And it rang over and over.

I tried to focus on someone’s tongue rolling around and around my shaft…

The doorbell kept ringing.

I finally pulled away.

There was a wet pop sound and someone looked up at me.

“I’ll be right back,” I said. I touched under her chin. “Don’t fucking move an inch.”

She reached for me but I had to leave her.

It was maybe one of the saddest moments of my life.

With my dick hard, I ran through the first floor of the palace that was my rock star home to get to the giant front door.

The doorbell was still fucking ringing.

I ripped the door open, butt naked.

I was going to punch whoever it was.

But my hand eased up from the tight fist I had made.

The doorbell wasn’t ringing anymore.

I stared forward.

I took a deep breath and finally managed to speak.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Meet Jay

Waking up married to one of the hottest rock stars in the world is just the beginning of my problems.

How did this happen?

I’m still trying to figure that out myself...

Before I can piece this thing together I’m suddenly tabloid news.

Apparently I staged the marriage arrangement to get some quick cash to take care of my dying grandmother.

Hey, it’s a hell of an idea but totally not mine.

I’ve got cameras in my face and I need a savior.

The last person I expect to see is my new husband.

Not only does he get the attention off me he also says the marriage was both our ideas and totally legit...

That, no, there is no money involved and there is no divorce involved either.

Uh, what?

He takes my hand, kisses me, and whispers that I owe him...

And that he now owns me.

I guess there are worse things than being at the command of a man that a million women want to sleep with...

Trust me, I’m about to find out how wild and crazy and worse this mistake of a marriage can get.

(Jay’s book will be available on 9.1.20 BUT if you’re reading this before that date, it’s available for pre-order… if you’re reading this after that date, it’s LIVE right now! Just go to Amazon.com and type in “JAXSON KIDMAN A FILTHY MARRIAGE” right now!)

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First electronic edition July 2020

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