Contractual Obligations (Aisle and Error, #1)

by Elle Rivers

“I am uncomfortable plenty of the time, Sebastian,” I said it lowly, almost like a growl. “I’m married to a man who barely acknowledges me. I moved across the country because I was forced to. I can sleep on an air mattress for one night. If it’s too much for you, then go get a hotel for yourself.”

“You have freckles.” He said it like he was dreaming, like he was entranced by them.

“You . . . you can’t love her.” “Why not?” “Because she told me you didn’t.” Sebastian froze. His shoulders tensed, and he looked at me with a look of betrayal on his face. I couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“If that is what she thinks,” he began slowly, “then I’ve failed her as a husband, and I’ll spend every day attempting to make up for it.”

“Lily, you haunt my dreams,” he said. “When I close my eyes at night, I see you, dressed in whatever the fuck you want to be in, whatever weight you are at. Any time I see any curve of you, any amount of skin, I want to touch it, with my hands, with my tongue. I don’t care what. I want you.”