Shared Wife in the Wilderness - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Dominic Evans threw his head back with a booming laugh before shaking it in amusement.
"Relax, sweetheart. Wouldn't dream of it."
The tension drained from my shoulders at his words, though I completely missed the victorious spark flashing in his eyes.
Eager to surprise my husband, we'd wandered away from camp, finding a secluded clearing where the forest floor dipped into a natural canvas.
"Let's begin."
Dominic's fingers closed around the delicate brush while his other palm pressed firmly against my bare back. The contact burned like brandy, sending electric shivers down to my curled toes.
Damn this traitorous body of mine!
I held my breath, terrified he'd notice how affected I was.
"Like painting on silk," Dominic murmured, his voice rough as his hot breath licked the sensitive skin below my ear. "Flawless."
My cheeks flamed. The man was clearly using this as an excuse to touch me.
As if I'd fall for such obvious tricks.
"Just... hurry, please," I managed. "They'll send search parties if we're not back by nightfall."
Closing my eyes, I willed myself to stillness. The rhythmic brushstrokes combined with my exhaustion pulled me under like a riptide. In my dreams, my husband's gaze held only me—no trace of Sophia Valentine anywhere.
"Don't stop..."
I reached blindly, dragging my husband's arm against my chest—but something resisted. My foggy brain registered two things at once: the muscular forearm I clutched wasn't my husband's, and something far more alarming pressed against me from behind.
"Dominic!"
I twisted violently, but his hands anchored my shoulders. The more I fought, the more my body arched obscenely against his.
This had gone way past dangerous.
"Release me!"
He ignored my cry, one hand hiking up my skirt while the other continued painting.
The sudden chill on my exposed skin made me whimper—but the expected violation never came. Only the maddening whisper of bristles.
"Patience, la. Ruin the artwork now and we'll have to start over."
His chuckle vibrated against my spine.
I turned my burning face away. The evidence of his arousal pressed unmistakably against me, but calling him out would only make this worse.
When he finally finished, my stiff limbs betrayed me. I pitched forward—
—straight into Dominic's waiting arms. His rock-hard body left no space for modesty, and fresh heat flooded my cheeks. Before I could mutter thanks, my husband's icy voice sliced through the clearing:
"So this is where you've been hiding."
"Relax, sweetheart. Wouldn't dream of it."
The tension drained from my shoulders at his words, though I completely missed the victorious spark flashing in his eyes.
Eager to surprise my husband, we'd wandered away from camp, finding a secluded clearing where the forest floor dipped into a natural canvas.
"Let's begin."
Dominic's fingers closed around the delicate brush while his other palm pressed firmly against my bare back. The contact burned like brandy, sending electric shivers down to my curled toes.
Damn this traitorous body of mine!
I held my breath, terrified he'd notice how affected I was.
"Like painting on silk," Dominic murmured, his voice rough as his hot breath licked the sensitive skin below my ear. "Flawless."
My cheeks flamed. The man was clearly using this as an excuse to touch me.
As if I'd fall for such obvious tricks.
"Just... hurry, please," I managed. "They'll send search parties if we're not back by nightfall."
Closing my eyes, I willed myself to stillness. The rhythmic brushstrokes combined with my exhaustion pulled me under like a riptide. In my dreams, my husband's gaze held only me—no trace of Sophia Valentine anywhere.
"Don't stop..."
I reached blindly, dragging my husband's arm against my chest—but something resisted. My foggy brain registered two things at once: the muscular forearm I clutched wasn't my husband's, and something far more alarming pressed against me from behind.
"Dominic!"
I twisted violently, but his hands anchored my shoulders. The more I fought, the more my body arched obscenely against his.
This had gone way past dangerous.
"Release me!"
He ignored my cry, one hand hiking up my skirt while the other continued painting.
The sudden chill on my exposed skin made me whimper—but the expected violation never came. Only the maddening whisper of bristles.
"Patience, la. Ruin the artwork now and we'll have to start over."
His chuckle vibrated against my spine.
I turned my burning face away. The evidence of his arousal pressed unmistakably against me, but calling him out would only make this worse.
When he finally finished, my stiff limbs betrayed me. I pitched forward—
—straight into Dominic's waiting arms. His rock-hard body left no space for modesty, and fresh heat flooded my cheeks. Before I could mutter thanks, my husband's icy voice sliced through the clearing:
"So this is where you've been hiding."
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