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“True, but we were both drunk. When I wake up in the morning, I’m going to remember everything. Every detail, every touch. I’m going to memorize you, Lidi, until all I see, all I feel, all I smell is you.”

Dear God, I think I just came in my pants.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Frank

Claudia smiled as her eyes drifted shut. My hands cupped her face, my thumbs tenderly caressing her cheeks. She was so beautiful.

My dream girl.

No longer a dream, but a reality.

She was mine.

My wife.

And for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out how I got so lucky.

If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up. Leaning down, I tenderly kissed her lips when I heard her moan, and like a switch had flipped in my head, I turned abruptly with her in my arms and pushed her against the closed door. Ravenous, my mouth found hers and my mind drowned in the velvety softness of her lips. My tongue pushed past hers while I explored her mouth.

She tasted like my future, and it was delicious.

With one hand, I clasped her arms above her head, while my other hand explored every inch of her body. My fingertips wandered, eventually finding the buttons of her shirt, poised ready to unravel the mystery beneath. Unable to undo them, I grew increasingly irritated. With a primal growl, I tore her shirt from her body, causing the gentle cotton material to gather at her feet.

The sound of fabric tearing caused her to let out a gasp of surprise, as I pressed my hard cock against her,

Lidi moaned, “I liked that shirt, Frank.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I whispered reverently. My hands trailed down her, my eyes glued to the most perfect breasts I’d ever seen. I wasn’t like most guys. I didn’t care for full, overstuffed breasts. I liked the smaller ones. The ones that were perfect, not too big, but small enough that I knew she would never wear a bra. Which meant, anytime I wanted to slide my hand under her shirt, I could play with her nipples.

And boy howdy, was I planning on playing with Lidi’s nipples.

Some men were breast men, ass men, not me.

I was all about the nipples. I wondered if she knew just how sensitive the female nipples were. There were so many things I could do to her by just showing her nipples some attention.

Smirking, I wondered how she felt about getting them pierced.

Running my hand down the side of her waist, around the curve of her ass to her thigh, I lifted her leg up, grinding my hard cock against her. I could hardly breathe. Everything about her had my body and mind working overtime.

With her this close to me, she unleashed something inside me that I usually kept a tight rein on. There was a reason I didn’t mess around like the other brothers did.

I wasn’t chaste by any means. However, my delights ran along the darker side of sex.

While I liked a little kink, a little dirty, I preferred the playful side of sex with a little spanky-spank. Mainly, I liked to tease.

“Don’t move your hands,” I instructed when I let go of her wrists, trailing my hand down her arms, slowly lingering at her breasts, as I watched her facial expressions with rapt attention. Her pupils dilated, her breathing increased, and when my hand moved over her heart, I could feel it pumping wildly against my palm. When she ground her pussy against my cock, I took a deep breath as the scent of her arousal filled the surrounding air.

“Please, Frank.”

“No need to beg, Lidi. I’m just getting started.”

“Oh God,” she moaned, throwing her head back as I lifted her up, my mouth latching onto one of her nipples, sucking it, then the other, until her cries of desire became so loud that I growled and carried her to my bed before gently laying her down on the soft, clean sheets.

“I’m going to eat you, wife,” I asserted, licking the underside of her neck while I took my time moving down her decadent body.

“Oh, yes.”

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