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“I was enjoying that.”

“You'll enjoy what comes next.”

“That's very confident.”

“I know what you like.” It’s not a guess. I know the way her breath catches, the exact pressure of a hand that works, the angle that makes her tremble. I’ve learned her.

Her hand tightens around me. “Maybe I want something different.”

“Tell me.”

She releases me slowly. “I want your mouth. Then I want you inside me hard enough that I can't think about tomorrow morning.”

I pull her pants and underwear down together, guide her out of them, and lift her. Elena wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bed.

“Monitor,” she says.

“I can hear it.”

“Check.”

I glance at the nightstand. Our child is still sleeping peacefully.

“Asleep,” I confirm.

“Good.”

I place Elena on the mattress and spread her thighs.

She watches me kneel between them, impatience tightening her face.

“You asked for my mouth,” I say. “Let me give it to you.”

Her hand relaxes.

I kiss the inside of her knee, then move higher and press my mouth to her pussy.

Elena's hips lift on a broken sound. I hold them down and drag my tongue through her, tasting how ready she is.

“Fuck.”

I repeat the motion, slower, then close my mouth around her clit.

She moans and turns her face into the pillow.

I lift my head. “No.”

Her eyes open. “The baby.”

“The baby is down the hall, and the monitor is beside my hand.” I slide two fingers inside her. “I want to hear you.”

Her body closes around my fingers.

“That's unfair.”

“You like unfair.”

“Sometimes.”