Unobtainable by Jennifer Rose Page A

lawyer’s sake. Once we got back to Harley’s apartment, we changed out of our tuxedos into t-shirts and sweats and shared a few bottles of beer and a couple of bowls of cereal.
    Sadly, I spent my wedding night staring up at the ceiling of the guest room, while my hand slipped under the covers and I pleasured myself with visions of it being Harley’s hand stroking me. Not exactly the wedding night of my dreams.
    I should have been elated knowing I was now and forever an equal partner in my grandfather’s company, but all I could think about was what Harley was doing in his room right next door. I had to keep reminding myself that it was a marriage of convenience and could never be more, that in six months’ time I would move to a new apartment somewhere and file for a divorce. But until that day, I was here and had to make the best of it. The best part of all this was that I was sharing four walls with Harley Cooper, my husband, if only on paper, and my secret sexy god.
    “Sleep well?” Harley asked, sauntering into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of form fitting briefs extending a cup of coffee. “The bed wasn’t too lumpy?”
    I bit into the soft tissue inside my cheek to stifle a groan when my eyes locked on Harley’s beautiful package snugged in his briefs. The outline of the head on his cock pushed against the cotton fabric, pointing in the direction of the floor. My stomach clenched as I swallowed the lump in my throat.
    “No, not at all,” I said, trying not to stare at his manhood nicely nestled between his thighs.
    He was healthy , if you know what I mean. And from what I could make out without being too obvious, God had blessed the man, blessed him with a capital B. I looked over the rim of my mug and up into a pair of soft blue eyes, creased happily at the corners, with a smile on his face.
    “No you didn’t sleep well or no lumps?” he tittered, after catching me.
    “No to both.”
    “Did you get yourself something to eat, there’s still cereal left,” he said, taking a box of Fruit-Loops from the cupboard.
    “No,” I answered, downing the last of my coffee.
    “Dyson, if we’re going to be living together for the next six months, you better work on expanding your vocabulary.”
    “Tell me you don’t survive on cereal alone?” I asked, as I filled my mug and offered Harley a mug too.
    “I haven’t had time to shop,” he said, burying his hand into the cereal box and pulling out a fistful, “besides, I like cereal,” he crammed it into his mouth like a disobedient child.
    “Sugar laden crap is more like it,” I said. “How the hell do you stay so healthy, eating that shit?”
    “Cereal is one of my only weaknesses,” he said, “that and Chivas when the mood takes me.”
    “And cigarettes.”
    “I gave those up years ago,” Harley said, putting the cereal box back on the shelf and closing the cupboard door. “I have the odd one now and then, besides, I was dealing with some hefty shit the other day, and you can’t blame me for one moment of stupidity.”
    Here I was sounding like my mother, I had no right to be scolding Harley but then again he wasn’t protesting, oddly enough.
    “Make me a shopping list and I’ll go to the market after I shower,” I told him, as I left the kitchen and started to scale the stairs.
    “Why don’t I go with you?” he called up to me, as I walked along the balcony to the guest room.
    “Like a real married couple?” I laughed, leaning over the heavy iron rail. “I can manage alone, I’ve been doing it for years, alone is what I know.”
    “Pfft, well you better get used to having your space invaded for the next six months, hotshot. You’re going to be begging for alone time before it’s up.”
    “My time alone has taught me to survive,” I told him, before turning away and walking into the guest room, yelling out the door, “You don’t need to spend time with me. Pretend I’m not here. Carry on as if I weren’t. I promise I