I found myself completely distracted at work, knowing that Marcus and Ed were working to take Bernard into custody. My temporary bodyguard chose not to use my father’s office and he wasn’t much for conversation. He sat on the sofa against the far wall reading an old Western paperback book. I was checking my phone constantly, but I only received a text message from Hannah in the early afternoon.

Anything from Marcus and Ed? Hannah asked me in the message.

Nothing yet. I’m anxious to hear something. I answered Hannah’s message.

Same. See you soon. Hannah responded.

I sent her a winking emoji and found myself now distracted with thoughts of taking my wife into my arms and making love to her. It occurred to me that I had a new contract with The Auction House since I had won the bid for Kristin. Marcus had asked me to bid for Kristin because he needed to get her to safety quickly, and since I had signed the contract, Kristin was technically my responsibility. The terms were that I had ownership of Kristin for three months, after which time she had to be returned or I would need to make another payment to keep her for another three months. I was confident that the FBI would take The Auction House down before three months was up, so I wasn’t too worried about the terms of the contract for Kristin. Once all of this was over and The Auction House was no more, I’d be free from my contract with Kristin, but my marriage with Hannah could be called into question. Would it be considered null due to coercion? I had gotten very comfortable in my marriage and I didn’t know what I would do without my wife. Would Hannah want to stay married to me?

I sat at my desk with my ankle crossed over my knee, tapping a pen against my shoe. I would respect Hannah’s decision if she didn’t want to stay married to me, but I would make sure that she had everything she needed to live on her own: a house, a car, money, everything. My temporary bodyguard cleared his throat and I glanced up to see him staring at me pointedly. The tapping of my pen against my shoe must have been distracting his reading. I stopped tapping and returned my attention to the emails that had popped up in my inbox which luckily was enough of a distraction to get me through the rest of the day.

When I got home, I found Hannah, Lori, and Kristin lounging in the main family room watching TV. Hannah saw me walk in and she jumped up from the sofa to greet me with a kiss.

"Anything?" She asked me.

I shook my head. "Still nothing."

"It’s a good sign," Kristin said. "When Marcus and Ed raided my owner’s home, they did an extensive search of the house and the property before they even got me out of there. After that, there was questioning and paperwork."

"I really hope that’s the case," I said to Kristin. "It sounds like what you’re telling us is that no news is good news."

"Exactly," Kristin said.

I glanced down at Hannah, meeting her green gaze. "Can I talk to you upstairs?" I asked her.

"Of course," Hannah said to me. "Is something wrong?"

"Maybe I just want to get my wife alone," I said in a whisper. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Hannah grinned mischievously before turning to Lori and Kristin. "Roman and I will meet you two for dinner." Lori waved us off and I took Hannah’s hand, leading her to the elevator where we made out. My hands tangling in Hannah’s gorgeous red hair. I had her pressed against the elevator wall and her hands were on either side of my face. The elevator door opened and then closed again because we were taking too long to get out. I broke the kiss and pressed the open-door button, hurrying out of the elevator with Hannah and down the corridor to our room. Once we were inside and the door was closed behind us, we started making out again and I was tugging at Hannah’s blouse.

Hannah broke the kiss. "Just a second," she said. "I need to use the bathroom." I watched her walk away to the bathroom as my dick throbbed with longing and she closed the bathroom door. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed my undershirt followed by my shoes, socks, and slacks. Climbing into bed, I reclined on my back with my fingers laced behind my head and a tent in my boxers where my hard dick waited for Hannah to return. I heard the bathroom door click open and I glanced over to see Hannah walking toward the bed. My jaw dropped as I immediately sat up to get a better view of her. Hannah was wearing a leather harness that wrapped around her neck and breasts before branching off down her stomach, around her hips and between her legs.

"Holy s**t," was all that I could manage to say. Hannah slipped her fingers into her hair and did a slow spin, showing off her sexy, naked body. I reached for her to pull her onto the bed but she stepped just out of my reach with a wicked smile.

"You don’t get to touch," she said. My dick was so hard that it hurt as I watched her watch around the bed slowly and deliberately. "Take off your boxers," she said, and I slipped them off, tossing them to the floor. "Stay there," she commanded. I was seated naked in the middle of the bed, mesmerized by my wife. She placed one knee on the bed and tossed her red hair to the side, taking her breasts into her hands and pinching her hard nipples.

I groaned. "Don’t do this to me, Hannah," I begged her in a raspy voice. She only smiled at me as she continued to play with her breasts.

Hannah moaned in pleasure. "Too bad you don’t get to touch," she teased me. I grabbed my dick to jerk off as I watched her, but she climbed onto the bed and knocked my hand away. "You can’t touch yourself either."

"Hannah, this is torture," I said as she knelt next to me. I longed to take her hard nipple into my mouth.

"You were very naughty, Roman," Hannah said, spreading her knees apart where she knelt and slowly sliding her hand down her belly, stopping with her fingers just above her clit. "I wanted to wear this for you and surprise you the other night, but you had to work late."

"I regret that," I said, unable to take my eyes from Hannah’s fingers where they rested above her clit. "I was very naughty, but I’m sorry."

"I know you are," Hannah said, taking one of the leather straps of her harness in her other hand as she began to rub her clit, biting her lip as she watched me struggle to resist the urge to take her right then and there. She moaned and began to rotate her hips as she pleasured herself in front of me. I balled my hands into fists to force myself not to touch Hannah as she tortured me with her sensual, leather-clad body.

"I need you, Hannah," I nearly growled. "I need to feel you." Hannah placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back so that I was lying down. She used my thighs as leverage to swing her leg over and straddle my hips with her bare ass facing me. Hannah leaned forward and turned to peek over her shoulder at me as she rubbed her ass against my dick.

I groaned. "I can’t take this anymore," I said as I slid my legs from beneath Hannah and knelt behind her, slapping her ass before I slipped my dick inside of her. Hannah cried out in pleasure as I used her hips to pull her ass against me, plunging my dick inside of her deeper and faster. She reached back and grabbed my arm as she moaned loudly with each thrust of my dick inside of her. When she cried out and shuddered in the grips of an orgasm, I continued to plunge my dick inside of her wet slit until I came hard, holding her against me. The feel of her tightening around me was intense as my orgasm consumed me. Once I was able to think straight, I sat down on the bed and Hannah turned to face me, sitting across from me. Seeing her breathless in her leather harness made me want more of her.

"You’ll have to wear that again sometime," I said to her.

Hannah smiled. "I’m glad you like it," she said. I moved closer to her and began to unbuckle the straps and run my fingers over her smooth, bare skin, enjoying the act of removing the leather straps to expose her body fully to me. When I was done, I pulled Hannah to me and we laid down together. I held my wife in my arms, thinking back to losing her once The Auction House no longer existed and all contracts were void.

"Have you thought about what will happen between us after The Auction House comes to an end?" I asked Hannah. She glanced up at me from where she lay on my chest.

"I haven’t thought about it," Hannah admitted. "I don’t want to think about it. I’m happy with you, Roman."

"I’m happy with you too, Hannah, very happy," I said, "but I worry that our marriage will be considered null since we were technically coerced into marriage."

Hannah sat up and pinned me with her green eyes. "We’ll fight it," she said. "I married you willingly, Roman, regardless of the contract."

I smiled up at her. "Then we’ll fight to stay married," I said, rubbing her shoulder. "If it comes to that we’ll fight."

"Or remarry," Hannah said with a small smile. "A small, private wedding if it comes down to it."

I laughed. "The wedding planning really got to you, didn’t it," I said to her.

"You have no idea," Hannah said, patting my chest before climbing out of bed. "Let’s go down to dinner." I watched my wife for a moment, smiling to myself. Hannah wanted to stay married to me and the thought made my heart soar with happiness.