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He breaks away with a grin. “Now that’s the proper way to greet your husband.”

I can’t help but smile. “Noted.”

Rolling his eyes, he steps over to the couch and sits down, tugging a throw blanket down and wrapping it around himself. “So you think we should let them do the reception thing?”

I shrug, joining him on the couch. “It’s not like they’re going to give it up.”

He shifts, moving until he can crawl into my lap and wrap us both up in the blanket. It’s a little warm—a little much, really—with him curled up against me and the blanket too. But I’ll never not want him close to me, so I wrap my arms around him and pull him in more, pressing my lips to his temple.

“No, they aren’t,” he finally mumbles. “I don’t want them spending too much money, though, so we should tell them nothing extravagant. And nothing that’s gonna take too long. I’d hate for them to plan something that doesn’t happen until after we’re already divorcing.”

“Yeah,” I breathe, my heart threatening to crack down the middle.

“We can call them tomorrow,” Harlow says, burrowing deeper into my arms. “For now, I’d just like to spend more time with you.”

I run a hand up his back, brushing my fingertips along the hair at his nape. “I’ll always want to spend more time with you.”

He pulls back enough to look at me. “Me too. You’re my favorite person in the whole world.”

Humming, I press a gentle kiss to his lips. “And you’re my favorite person in the whole world.”

Dipping his head, he snuggles into my arms, tucking his face against my throat.

My cock swells when he brushes his lips along my pulse point, and when he sucks lightly on the skin, my hips rock up on their own. “You love this, huh?” he murmurs into my skin.

“What?” I croak out.

Harlow makes a breathy noise. “Me in your lap, my mouth on you, your cock under my ass.”

I do. So much. But it’s not just sexual. I just love having Harlow with me. In any way. “Yeah…”

He drags his lips up and down my throat, dropping kisses along the path he’s making. My head falls back against the couch, a groan spilling from my lips as he grinds against me.

“I’m not the only one who loves this,” I whisper, tightening my grip on him and helping him along.

He slams his mouth onto mine, sucking on my bottom lip before nibbling on it. My breath catches, and I shift him until he’s lined up on my cock, and I can thrust against his ass.

“You’re not,” he mumbles against my lips. “I have an idea.”

“What’s your idea?”

Harlow dips his fingers into my hair, tugging on the strands as he shifts his hips over my aching cock. “How about you take me to bed?”

Tightening my grip on him, I drag him over my cock, grinning when he whimpers, and his head falls forward, resting against my forehead. His curls are tickling me, and I love it. I love everything about him. “And what am I gonna do when I get you there?”

“Anything you want, husband,” he whispers against my lips.

I thrust against him, and he grinds his cock into my stomach. I’m sure I’ll never tire of this. Of having him this way. Of hearing him whisper husband and listening to his breathy moans. “And if I want to fuck your pretty face and come down your throat?”

Harlow moans, his breathing growing erratic. “Then I’d ask why we’re not already in the bedroom.”

Without another word, I push to my feet, cradling Harlow against my body. He bites down lightly on my skin as I carry him off, whimpers exploding from his throat as he rocks his hips and grinds against me. He’s so responsive, so perfect.

So mine.

Chapter 22

Harlow