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Gently, so I wouldn’t wake him, I slid out from under his arm and crossed the length the spacious bedroom in our bungalow. I put on the only pair of black heels I had brought with me and wrapped my short, silk robe around my body, tying it loosely at my waist.
Once Zayn’s “Pillowtalk” was playing from the speakers of the Bose sound system in the bedroom, I turned it way up, the beat of the seductive music overpowering the ocean waves.
Facing the bed, I waited for my husband to stir from his precious beauty sleep. His eyelids fluttered, sleepy blue gaze meeting mine, and he rubbed at his face, slowly sitting up and resting against the headboard. The sheet fell away from his hips, revealing an already impressive erection, but he wasn’t all the way there, not yet, though he would be soon.
“Baby?” he asked, slightly disoriented yet getting harder with each scan his gaze took of my body.
“Good morning,” I said, slowly moving my hips to the music.
He tilted his head to the side, eyeing me with equal parts amusement and desire.
“Don’t mind me,” I teased, turning my back to him and untying my robe. The silk material slid down a bit, revealing the skin of my shoulders. I glanced back at him, winking. “I just felt like dancing a little. You can go back to sleep if you want.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, thanks. I think I’ll stay awake for this.” He fluffed some pillows behind his head and sat up a little, cocking a knee so his erection stood out. “Yeah, I’ll just lie here and enjoy my wife taunting me with her luscious ass.”
“You want me to keep dancing?” I asked, turning around and holding my robe closed, but still moving to the lust-fueled beat of the music.
“Fuck yeah. Keep doing that.” Kline nodded, slowly stroking himself as he watched me. “But lose the robe, Benny.”
God, he was hot. It took all of my willpower to continue dancing and not climb on top of him.
“Patience, husband.” I shook my head and waggled my index finger at him.
He grinned and scooted forward to sit on the edge of the bed, crooking his finger at me in a “come-hither” motion. “Get that gorgeous body over here.”
“You got plans for me, baby?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, sweet Benny. You know you know the answer to that.”
The heat in his eyes had a full-body blush overwhelming my skin. I couldn’t help it; this man still had the power to turn me on with one sexy glance.
I made my way toward the bed, my movements still mimicking the music. Once I was in front of him, I rested my heel-clad foot on the mattress, beside his knee. The robe glided away from my hips and revealed me bared and wet for him. Only him. Always him.
“Fuck, baby.” His eyes consumed me. Hands to my hips, he pulled me closer, head leaning toward my waist and devious tongue sneaking out to lick along my inner thighs.
My hips jerked toward him, unable to maintain any sort of rhythm. His mouth on me would always be my undoing.
Kline’s hands pushed the robe off my shoulders, the material sliding down my body and falling to the floor in a puddle of silk. His mouth pressed against my pussy and he moaned, his lips vibrating against my wanton skin. “This,” he whispered, tongue flicking against my clit. “This is exactly how I want to wake up every fucking morning for the rest of my goddamn life.”
My head fell back, and a whimper spilled from my throat as he pushed a finger inside of me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Yes,” I moaned, my hips moving with the rhythm of his mouth and hand.
“I think I’ll eat this perfect, delicious pussy for breakfast, and then feed you my cock when I’m done. Does that sound good, baby?”
“God, yes.”
Within seconds, I was on the bed, lying flat on my back with my legs hanging over his shoulders as Kline made good on his promise.
And boy, oh boy, did he make good on it. The Kline and Georgie honeymoon bubble was officially my favorite place on earth.
“Benny?” I called as I ran a hand through my damp, fresh-from-a-shower hair and padded across the bungalow’s light wood floors.
She didn’t answer immediately, but fuck, I wouldn’t have either. The place was two stories, ostentatious, and bigger than our Manhattan apartment, so hearing each other wasn’t exactly easy. When the hotel had heard my name and that it was our honeymoon, they’d insisted on making it special. I was all for that. Georgie deserved the best, and it wasn’t like I couldn’t afford to give it to her. But I’d honestly thought they’d realize I’d actually want to see my bride on our honeymoon. It felt like I spent two hours out of every day just hunting her down.
