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He licks playfully before going for my clit.

After twenty years together, Garrett knows just what I like.

What would I do without him?

If Ethan could leave Amelia, could Garrett leave me?

A knot forms in my belly, the painful sensation more intense than Garrett’s touches.

Amelia was completely blindsided. I know Garrett loves me and our family, but what if I’m as wrong as she was. What if he’s thinking of someone else right now.

I close my eyes, not wanting to confront that fear, but being smacked in the face with it anyway.

Garrett pulls up. “Avery,” he grumbles. “Where are you?”

“What?” I ask, but I can’t look at him, the sudden fear of losing him so real it has me skewered in its claws.

“I’m doing my best work here, and you’re completely missing it,” he complains, but his voice is full of worry, not anger. “You want me to stop?”

I shake my head. “No. Sorry. I was just thinking…”

I brave opening my eyes and look down into his. There is so much love there. I’m insane even thinking these things. But I don’t want to lie to Garrett.

“I was thinking about Ethan leaving Amelia and wondering if you ever think about doing the same thing.”

His eyebrows lower and his mouth thins. “No.”

“I know… I just…”

He kisses my belly right over the bruises left by the syringe marks from the fertility shots I’ve been taking.

“I love you,” he says, his voice dark, angry. “And clearly, I’m not doing a good enough job here if you’re able to think at all.”

He drags his fingers through my folds and pushes in.

I gasp, clenching around him.

“Now, you stop thinking about anything other than how hard you’re going to come. How’s this?”

He starts pumping, agonizingly slowly.

“It helps,” I say, positioning my hips to let him in deeper. “But now I’m thinking about what outfit to wear.”

He grunts in disapproval and bites the inside of my thigh making me yelp and my hips jump, which, with his fingers inside me, brings a whole new kind of sensation.

“What about now?” He grins, his eyes twinkling and his anger fading as he curls his fingers inside me and drops his head back down, dragging his open mouth over my clit, closing his lips and sucking.

All coherent thoughts escape my mind. All I can do is grab onto my husband’s head and feel him. The double sensations of his fingers teasing while he sucks on me with desperate moans is so beautiful I never want it to end. Simultaneously, a need grows inside me that can’t be ignored.

I beg, and I pull, and I throw my head back and ride the waves as they come crashing closer and closer together until I explode.

It’s not pretty and it’s noisy, and it turns my body into a puddly, shaky mess.

But Garrett doesn’t let me off the hook yet. He keeps stroking and biting and licking until I can’t stand it anymore, and I yell, “Now!”

He gets up, slowly pulling his fingers out of me, and takes off his pants.

I watch, hungry, as his cock—my cock—falls out, full and red, and glistening.