The Marriage Mistake

You need to be strong on your own before you can be strong with someone else.

You really are a bastard, aren't you? Christian Grey has nothing on you. My name might be similar, but I'd never say "Laters, baby.

It was funny how heartbreak turned into great art.

I am the big bad wolf, sweetheart. Now get your ass up to your room.

My name might be similar, but I'd never say 'Laters, baby.

Her full breasts strained against the material as if dying to escape, turning her respectable business suit into a vehicle for a stripper. Horrified at the sudden veer of his thoughts, he quickly imagined nuns in underwear and got himself back in control.

Once again, he backed off from a challenge by hiding behind a twisted sense of honor. “Let’s change the subject, shall we?” “Sure. I got a Brazilian wax today.” He choked on the piece of bread in his mouth.

Why now?” He squeezed his eyes shut to deny the truth, but she deserved more. When he finally opened his eyes, he let her see it all. “Because I want you. I’ve always wanted you, Carina. I don’t deserve you, or this night, but the idea of another man touching you makes me want to beat the shit out of him.” The smile that lit up her face punched straight through his chest. “Well, okay then. Let’s go.

Marriage is two-way street. You need to be strong on your own before you can be strong with someone else.