Three weeks after Shayla moved in with Cole.
I jump out of my skin when a box lands in front of me with a thud. I slowly lift my gaze from my notebook and look up at a beaming Cole standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets as he rocks back and forth on his heels cheerily. “What is this?” I question, pointing my pen at the wrapped-up box.
Cole grins wickedly, and I already know I’m not going to like what I find in that box. “A gift for you.” He tells me, practically giddy. I eye him suspiciously as I unwrap the box, and my eyes go wide when I see what it was.
“Cole, what the hell is this?” I ask in a flurry, my neck already heating up. Cole licks his lips and raises his brows till they almost disappeared in his hairline. “Why would you get me.... this?”
“Do I need to remind you of the bet that you lost the other night?” He reminds me gleefully, and I glare at him.
I look around the office and hide the box under my desk, away from prying e
I buckle up my seatbelt and watch Shayla as she gives me an ‘I know what you’re up to’ look before she pushes the start button and the engine to my Ferrari roars. I smirk back at her rather smugly, and she rolls her eyes and drives out of the underground car park.This will probably torture me as much as it is her, but having this control over her is thrilling me in more ways than one. Having the ability to pleasure her without touching her is the most fun I can have without actually having her—and by God, did I want her. Shayla makes me feel things I've never felt with any other woman. My attraction to her is off the fucking charts. I reach over and turn the music up while she drives. She keeps glancing at me warily, waiting and wondering when I’m going to turn the vibrator back on. I grin inwardly as the light goes red and discreetly push the dial on the app up, and I hear Shayla’s sharp intake of breath.I watch in glee as she grips the steering wheel with one hand
One month into our agreement, and I’m about ready to kill Cole with my bare hands. He seems to be having a grand old time torturing me. It’s a Saturday morning, and I’m peacefully wrapped up in my bed, having an incredibly happy dream. That is, of course, until I feel something tickle my nose. I stir in my sleep and moan, snuggling into my pillow, drifting off to sleep again. Not even five seconds later, I feel a tickle on my nose again and lift my hand, thinking it was my hair, to brush it away. I jump awake when I feel something trying to crawl up my nose. I’m deathly scared of spiders, so I open my eyes in a panic and see Cole standing over me, a stupid grin plastered on his ridiculously gorgeous face.I groan and scowl up at him. “Good morning, Sunshine.” He chirps, his eyes sparkling in the morning sun that was beaming into the bedroom.I blink up at him and sigh, “What do you want?” I moodily grumble when he tweaks my nose. I slap his hand away. “Why do you alway
“Cole,” I whisper, closing my eyes. “We agreed to one kiss.”“Christ, Shayla, tell me you’re not craving my lips just as desperately as I am yours.” Cole groans. His lips were grazing along my jaw. “You’re turned on. I can feel the heat of your pussy against my thigh, and it’s making me crazy.” He growls lustfully, lacing his fingers with mine. “I bet you’re soaking—and throbbing, just burning to be fucked—just as I am to be the one that fucks you. Hard.”I moan throatily, and my hips rock up against his thigh that he presses against me intimately. “Oh...God.” I whimper. Clawing onto the last thread of self-control I have, to not give in and beg him to take me because he was right. I was burning for a taste of him again, to feel him pound into me the way he did that night in Vegas.“This flaming need I have for you rip-roaring inside of me is making me crazy. I want to lick that pussy until my tongue is saturated in your honey.” I close my eyes, and my breathing
I snort and roll my eyes, “Resist you?” I intone sardonically. “I slept with you the very first night we met. You’ve had me.” Cole looks down at my lips for a drawn-out moment.“I can’t forget the way you taste.” He leans in and whispers in my ear. “The way you sound when you come.”And he says I derail him.I press my hand to his chest and push him back a little so that I can look up at him. “We’re sexually frustrated. That’s it.” I tell him firmly, “If we give in to temptation and sleep together again, things will get messy, and I don’t like messy. I don’t want to complicate my life more than it already is. We live and work together, Cole. We can never cross over that line. However badly we may want to.” I explain, and Cole closes his eyes and nods.With a groan, he pushes off the wall and rubs his jaw, his eyes on me. I could see the frustration in his gaze, and I had the urge to go against my own words and kiss him. He opens his mouth to say something
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I clear my throat, and he chuckles wickedly in my ear, the vibrations humming through me.“Don’t insult my intelligence,” Cole burrs, squeezing my hips before they travel down to my thighs. “It’s a woman's instinct to want to make it known to others what’s hers, just as it is a man's to be possessive of what’s his.” He declares, brushing his lips along my shoulder. Was this his subtle way of telling me I was his? Why did that thrill me? “This is what drives me crazy about you. Most women would have gone into a jealous rage and gone in for the kiss to state her mark, but not you...” He murmurs deeply. “You did it with such poise, in such an elegant and respectable manner. I fucking love that.”“I think you’re reading too much into it, Cole. I was thirsty and didn’t want to walk to the other side of the gym to drink some water.” I explain with a sigh when he kisses the base of my neck.“You’re a terrible liar, sweetheart,
“Shall we?” Cole asks, holding his arm out to me with a charming smile. I slide my arm into his, and he leads me out of the apartment, down to the black limo waiting for us. The driver opens the door, and Cole helps me before he walks around getting in from the other side.He hands me a glass of champagne, and I take it. Our fingers brush, and I feel my insides go all gooey. “Thank you.” I utter, and we clink our glasses before we take a sip. Our eyes meet over the rim of our glasses, and I feel myself blush again. What the hell is wrong with me. I’m a grown arse woman. God damn it. Pull yourself together, Shayla. Fucking hell. It’s an arrangement. It’s just a game. It’s not real.Cole tells me about the ball we were attending. It was to support and raise money for a Children's hospital for kids who suffer from rare diseases. Cole was the primary benefactor, and they were going to name the wing after his family's name. That made my heart swell fondly. I love that he gi
Dear reader,Thank you so much for purchasing and taking the time to read my book, ‘The Accidental Wife’ I truly hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I did writing it. If you loved this story and you want to know more about Shayla and Coles journey, be sure to check out the sequel, Love me Again.Shayla and Cole finally get married, and with the exciting news of a baby on the way, the happy couple couldn't be more ecstatic. However, as they blissfully await the arrival of their firstborn child, life throws another curve ball their way. They're forced to face the ultimate challenge when Cole has a tragic accident, and the last four years gets wiped from his memory. Will Shayla be able to make him remember the love he once had for her? Will they survive this test, or will their great love crash and burn?Thank you again for your support.Love always,Shayla Hart x
"Happy birthday!"I look up from my desk and see Shayla standing in the doorway to my home office--naked, a cupcake with a candle in her hand, looking all kinds of sumptuous. I grin and lean back in my chair and admire my wife. Four months pregnant with my baby, and she's absolutely glowing, literally the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. She's got a cute baby bump where she's finally starting to show. "Lord, have mercy. Show me a more desirable birthday gift than you, baby. Get your sexy bum over here, Mrs Hoult." I tell her, and she smiles and saunters over to me."Make a wish, baby." She expresses, holding out the cupcake with the candle to me. I lift my gaze to hers over the flame and smile."Honey, what more can I possibly wish for? I have you. We have a baby on the way and all the success I can ever dream of." I tell her, and she smiles amorously and bites her lip."You forgot the most important thing—health. You can wish for health,