Page 57 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

Damn good.

“Come on, then,” Catherine urged, “make me come.”

Cross only really needed her to ask, and his baser urges came out to play. It was damn near as tempting as the sound of her begging.

Still just as good, though.

And then she did just that.

Whispered, “Please.”

He was done for.

His control was gone.

Cross found that fucking Catherine now that they were married wasn’t any different than before they said their vows, but somehow, it still felt new.

All his.

She was all his, now.

He had just finished wiping his cum from his wife’s back with his silk pocket square when the flight attendant knocked on the door.

Catherine sighed, and gave Cross a look.

“What?” he asked.

“I was going to save that—put it in our shadow box, or something.”

Ah, well …

Shit.

He looked at the ruined item. “I could have it dry—”

Catherine yanked it out of his hand. “No, Cross.”

“It was a thought.”

“Here’s a thought—you had three groomsmen, and a best man. Make sure one of them keeps theirs.”

He could do that.

Happy wife, happy life.