Rough (The Bear Chronicles of Willow Creek Book 1) by Emily Minton, Julia Keith

says, with a nod.  “We met online, fell in love, and now we’re married and have hot monkey sex all the time.”
    Cocking a brow, my smile grows.  “Hot monkey sex?”
    She leans into my body, running a hand over my hardening cock.  “Let me rephrase that.  Hot as hell, bear sex.”
    My bear lets out a sigh of contentment, as I lean down and kiss her thoroughly.  “Have I told you today how much I love you?”
    “Yeah, but I never get tired of hearing it.” She says, as the elevator doors open. 
    Pulling her with me, I walk to my office.  Once we’re inside, I slam the door shut and crash my lips down on hers.  My hands grab her ass and pick her up, causing her skirt to ride up around her waist.  She wraps her legs around me, as I grind my cock against her heat.  I’m just about to push her panties to the side, when a knock sounds on the door.  “Fuck”
    She giggles, pulling out of my arms and straightening her clothes.  “Guess he doesn’t know what five minutes means.”
    I shake my head and walk to the door, not bothering to try to hide my raging hard-on.  Opening the door, I motion for him to come in then grab Amelia and take a seat at my desk, pulling her into my lap.  Mr. Weaver looks at me strangely, obviously wondering why the hell my wife is perched on top of me, but I don’t care.  I’m on the edge now, and I need her touch to keep me calm. 
    Taking in a deep breath, I blow it out and lift my chin to Mr. Weaver.  “Ask your questions.”
    The little man pulls out a mini tape-recorder and lays it on his lap.  “Thank you for taking the time to take to me, Mrs. Artair.”
    My woman simply nods, not saying a word.  After a second's’ hesitation, he asks his first question.  “Your marriage was unexpected.  Would you mind telling my readers how you met?”
    Amelia clears her throat before she responds.  “We met online.  It didn’t take me long to fall in love with Ethan.  After that, I just couldn’t wait to marry him.  I guess you could say I pressured him into putting a ring on my finger.”
    I know she’s trying to sugar coat things for this bastard’s benefit, but I don’t like it.  “She didn’t have to pressure me.  As soon as I saw her beautiful face, I knew I had to make her mine.” Yep, I sound like a pussy, but why do I care.  It’s true I knew she was mine as soon as her scent hit me. 
    “So, you met online?” he asks, digging for more information. 
    “Yes, I applied to be a bride and was lucky enough to be picked by Ethan,” she explains, knowing that if she were to lie the truth may be discovered. 
    I’m not at all ashamed of the way we met, but she seems to be.  She says all women dream of falling in love with a man, then being asked to marry him, not the other way around.  As far as I’m concerned, the way we did it was perfect.  Hell, it got me her, so how could it be wrong.
    “Yes, I discovered you met on the website, Brides Incorporated,” he says, proving he had done his research before coming here.  Also, proving that Amelia was right about coming clean about the way we found each other. 
    My wife stays quiet, until Mr. Weaver asks another question.  “Are you happy living in Willow Creek?”
    “Of course, I am. It’s a beautiful town and the people that live here are simply amazing,” she replies, laying her head against my chest.  “I cannot imagine living in a more wonderful place.”
    “Don’t you find it odd that you are the only person living in Willow Creek that is not related to the original settlers?” He sits forward, staring straight at Amelia, watching for her reaction.  
    “No, not at all.  Why would I?  This has been a close-knit community since Ethan’s ancestors settled here. Their children, children’s children and so forth were lucky enough to keep it that way.  I’m honored that Ethan thought I was worthy enough to be a part of it,” she says not missing a beat.
    His smile grows, showing