The Lies Behind Her Marriage novel Chapter 144

Nothing.

Serena jerked up, seeing Nathaniel climb into bed without a shirt. She reacted, “What are you doing?”

“What?” he asked, yawning.

Nathaniel lay on his side, head propped on his fist.

Without sheets, the way his pajama waistband sat low on his hips was impossible to miss, the dark edge of his underwear visible beneath it. It only made his broad chest and toned abdomen harder to ignore.

“You need to wear a shirt,” she said.

“You know me. I don’t wear shirts to sleep,” he replied, a faint smirk curving his mouth.

Okay… that was true.

When they were married, and even before that, he often slept with no shirt.

He always said their bodies needed to be bare now and then, for comfort and for breathing.

Serena wondered why Nathaniel had always been this dangerous without even trying.

He patted her arm, saying, “Let’s get some sleep. I’m tired. You are tired too.”

Then he rolled onto his back, arms stretching above his head, muscles flexing lazily as if on instinct. The waistband dipped just enough to draw her eye, and when he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed slowly.

It was so sexy to look at.

When Serena did not move, he chuckled.

The sound came easily, deep and warm, carving faint lines at the corners of his eyes.

Serena's eyes became hooded.

She lay in bed and huffed. She folded her arms against her chest, thinking, all while staring at the ceiling.

‘What was the worst thing that could happen?’ Serena mused.

She’d have great sex.

Not good sex.

Great sex.

‘Besides,’ she thought. She was dry down there.

Incredibly dry.

She hadn't even helped herself over the years while raising the twins.

Serena had been fine for four years with no sex, but now that a man was practically offering himself to her, why not?

In any case, it wasn’t so bad.

Nathaniel was hot.

He was the father of her kids.

Moreover, he knew how to drive.

Reliably.

Left, right, or straight ahead, the results were always leg-shaking.

Honestly, what more could a woman ask for?

Serena still didn’t look at Nathaniel. She thought about the longest night they had sex. It was during their honeymoon in Sweden.

She felt heat rush to her cheeks, recalling how it happened.

On their first night, they broke the bed.

Literally.

Actually, no. It was Nathaniel.

Imagine that? How could anybody break the bed?

Well, he did. He broke their bed.

He ended up commissioning a new bed the next day because the resort had no other cabins available for them.

He smiled when he turned to find the woman he loved sleeping soundly next to him.

Serena was… so beautiful. She looked like an angel who had fallen from the sky.

It was so hard not to touch her or take advantage of their closeness, but last night, he wanted her to rest.

Serena had worked so hard helping his team, he couldn’t dare tire her out.

Although he had shown her what she’d be missing if she didn’t give in… soon enough.

That night was just a test run.

Nathaniel checked the time and saw it was six a.m. He leaned in to Serena and hugged her from the waist. He savored her scent and the feel of her skin before waking her.

He kissed her soft cheek. “Good morning.”

After another peck, he said, “Good morning, my love.”

“Let’s get up now. We can eat breakfast at my office in the institute,” Nathaniel said, giving her cheek one last kiss.

Finally, Serena turned to him, eyes blinking.

“How was your sleep?” he asked, but she did not answer. Instead, she frowned at him; her stare was glacial.

“Are you mad at me?” Nathaniel asked.

Serena tossed the covers aside and sat up without responding. Her face was red.

‘What did I do to make her mad?’ he wondered silently. “Serena, I did nothing?”

Serena snapped at him, saying, “Precisely!”

Then she got up and walked straight into the bathroom to shower.

Nathaniel was… completely baffled!

He frowned. He wasn’t going to let his woman be mad at him for doing nothing. He might as well do something.

Nathaniel joined her in the shower… with a bold intention.