got married the sex was wild. And then it tapered off.”
“This marriage isn’t normal. Remember?”
“This marriage isn’t real,” I said with a grin.
Callie smiled right back at me. “It’s time to talk about something important.”
I leaned closer to her. “Like what?”
“It’s time we talk about the rules of this thing.”
“Rules?” I asked.
Callie nodded. She pointed to my dick. “First rule, keep it in your pants, Jackson.”
“I think that was the first thing you said to me when we got married last night, sweetie,” I said.
“Funny,” she said. “I’m serious.”
“I’m a man, Callie. I have needs. Wild and dark needs.”
“You also have two hands.”
“I also have a neighbor that just happens to be my wife,” I said.
“Make a move like that and I’ll cut your dick off,” she said. “This is about money. Blow your load into a sock for a little bit. Okay?”
“Only if you buy me my first lap dance when this shit is over,” I said.
“Deal,” she said.
“Look at that. We can agree on something.”
Callie’s nostrils flared. “We need to make sure our story is straight and looks good. I assume you’re going to tell your friends about this? The truth?”
“Yeah,” I said. “They’ll sniff it out in a second.”
“Okay,” she said. “We need to keep that circle very small.”
“No shit.”
“Are you always going to be an asshole to me?”
“More than likely,” I said. “Unless you’re naked.”
Callie let out a hmph sound. “Typical man.”
“What other rules do you have in mind here, wife?” I asked.
“No cheating,” she said.
“I heard you the first time.”
“I’m just making sure of it.”
“The same goes for you,” I said. “You keep it in your pants too. Or out of your pants.”
“I’m fine,” she said. “Remember my special box?”
She winked.
She got me there.
Now I had images of her in her bed, touching herself with something battery operated.
“We have to fight nicely at the office,” she said. “We can still banter but not too hard. The whole thing about our love story was that we always had a thing for each other. It was just confusing. So we fought because we were in love.”
“Sounds good,” I said. “What else?”
“If we have to be seen outside of here, hold my hand. Hold the door. Be an actual man for once in your life.”
“And you’re going to be a woman?” I asked.
“Bring me a coffee. Bring me flowers. That kind of stuff, okay?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“We have to make this work, Jackson. We should probably get a ride to and from the office together. I live in the building so it’s totally believable.”
“You really thought this out, huh?”
“Someone had to.”
“You really need money, don’t you? You’re broke.”
“I’m not broke, Jackson,” she said. “Far from it. I just know what’s mine. What I’ve earned. What I deserve. And I’m not going to let you get in the way of that. Understood?”
“Hey… happy wife, happy life… right?”
Callie reached out and touched my face. “You just might be useful after all, Jackson.”
She puckered her lips and kissed the air.
As Callie moved toward the door, I gritted my teeth.
She wasn’t getting away that easily.
I ran to the door with speed and made sure I opened the door for her.
Just like she wanted me to do.
I smiled at her.
“Thanks for getting the do-”
I gave a sweet and soft kiss.
Lips to lips.
She quickly pulled away.
I moved my lips to her ear. “Everyone is watching us, sweetie. Better play the part… wife…”
I leaned back and saw red flush through her cheeks.
She wanted to hit me in a bad way.
Instead of hitting me, she grabbed the front of my shirt.
“How about a proper kiss goodbye?” she whispered.
Callie pulled herself to her toes and kissed me.
Not just any kiss… but a real kiss.
Her lips were soft against mine and that only gave way to her sweet tongue flirting to get into my mouth.
I had no problem opening my mouth, letting my tongue meet hers.
I thought for a second I had her, but then she turned her head and grabbed the back of my hair, digging her nails into my scalp.
She dug as hard as she could - her way of causing me pain.
We kissed like two teenagers in a dark movie theater.
Fighting each other for command and control of the kiss.
Our tongues sloppy and smacking together.
All in front of the office.
She broke the kiss and bit her bottom lip.
Her cheeks were as red as her lips.
“Can’t wait to see you again, hubby,” she said.
She patted my chest and tried to wipe the wrinkles away.
She