Page 337 of End Game

Not just because I have no other option, but because I want to.

Her hands settle on my chest.

My eyes move over her.

I don't think there is anything more unfairly beautiful than my wife sitting on top of me, looking increasingly pleased with herself.

“That's it.”

Her eyes meet mine.

“Good girl.”

Her whole body reacts.

“You like having me stuck here?”

Her cheeks flush harder. “Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

I grin. “Then fucking enjoy it.”

Something almost feral flashes across her face.

She rides me harder.

I swear—loudly.

She smiles.

My wife is a menace.

Eventually her rhythm breaks and I know exactly what that means.

“Close?”

She nods.

“Then take it.”

Her fingers curl against my chest.

I watch her use me to get herself there again.

Nothing for me to do except feel her and tell her how fucking good she looks.

And something about that becomes strangely easy.

My hands stop fighting the restraint.

I stop thinking about what I would normally be doing.

Cami has it.

All of it.