Jessica signed with exasperation, her gestures sharp and impatient. "If you want to sleep, do it in the bed."

Timothy's eyes darkened, a sly, almost wicked smile curving at his lips.

"You're right," he replied, his voice smooth. "Let's sleep in the bed."

He stood, scooping Jessica up into his arms despite her resistance, and carried her straight into the bedroom.

He ignored her struggles completely.

With a swift motion, he set her down on the bed and leaned over her, pinning her gently but firmly.

Jessica couldn't sign now-her hands were trapped-so all she could do was twist in protest, her beautiful eyes full of defiance.

Timothy held her tightly, his chiseled lips brushing her ear as he spoke in a low, husky voice. "Don't move. Not another inch."

He nipped lightly at her earlobe. "If you do, I'll make sure you won't be able to move at all."

Jessica knew exactly what he meant. Her body went still in an instant.

Timothy released her, then knelt at the edge of the bed, carefully slipping off her shoes.

Then he reached for her jacket, as if intending to undress her further.

the covers over herself, settling into bed as quickly as

away, facing the wall, not daring

soft rustle of fabric

He lifted the blanket and slipped in

solid chest, warmth radiating from him-heat she'd once craved, that

she only wished she could shake the feeling, afraid that when the time came to leave, she wouldn't be

held her tightly. She tried to wriggle free, but he

but his lips were gentle, almost tender, as if trying to

to do anything but

growing

was when Jessica realized-inviting him to sleep in the bed had

away, keeping as much space between them as she could, her fingers trembling as she managed a

"No."

wanted to be firm, but

kissed her again, voice rough as he murmured, "You're my wife.

gestures soft and

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