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She laughed against my lips, then kissed her way to my ear. Her hair tickled my cheek. “Please, Seb. Take me to bed right now.” The words were a warm gust against my ear, followed by a quick nip of her teeth. Goosebumps broke out on the back of my neck. The way this woman could raise me from the dead with a single stroke of her finger should be studied.

Her legs wrapped around my waist. I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there on the countertop, but my wife had requested the bed, and that’s where I would take her. It was a goddamn miracle we made it down the hall and into the bedroom without crashing into something with the way her tongue stroked against mine.

I dropped her gently on the bed. She landed with a giggle, looking up at me from beneath those gold-tipped eyelashes of hers, her hair a riot around her. Fuck, she was beautiful when she looked at me like that. Like there was nothing but good times between us. The fissures in my chest deepened.

She reached up and unsnapped my jeans. Tugged down the zipper. Slid her hand up and down my hard length, squeezing me through my cotton boxers. Her gaze dropped, and her tongue wet her bottom lip. My dick twitched in anticipation. Shit, this would be over before it really began if I let her keep going.

“Wait.” I shackled her wrists with one hand.

But my girl took that as a challenge. She leaned in and dragged her tongue up my tented boxers, sucking the tip through the cotton fabric.

My hips bucked. “Oh, fuck,” I bit out. “You can’t do that, Lila. I won’t last.”

I needed to slow this down. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to ease her away from my aching dick. She pouted as I lifted her shirt off over her head, but that quickly turned to happy little moans when I pinched her nipples. I stayed there a while longer, worshipping her pale breasts and copper-hued nipples, making her writhe and moan until we were both needy and panting.

Dropping to my knees next to the bed, I tugged her jeans and panties down her legs and tossed them aside. I stared down at that sweet triangle of red curls and my mouth watered.

“Lila.” My voice was hoarse as I pushed her plush thighs wider.

“No.” She slammed her knees shut.

I wanted to fucking cry. I dropped desperate kisses on the curve of her calf, trying to nuzzle my way in. “Please, baby.”

She locked her ankles. “No.”

“One taste, that’s all. I won’t make you come,” I lied.

Her curls flew back and forth as she shook her head. Orgasms from my mouth had always hit her differently. Harder. It made me want her all the more. Witnessing her body quake as she came, laughing and sobbing, her eyes gushing right along with her pussy, was the closest I ever came to believing in god. She’d never denied me before—never showed the least bit of embarrassment or regret about the way she came undone when I put my mouth at her center.

But that was when she called me husband.

Lila rose on her elbows to glare at me, cheeks flushed. “We’re not doing that. Jeans off. Dick out. Now. I want to fuck.”

Her words turned me on even as they flayed me. I didn’t argue as I reached between my shoulder blades and pulled my shirt off over my head. I shoved my jeans down and kicked them aside. She reached for me, trying to pull me down to the bed with her, but I wouldn’t allow it.

If a hard fuck was all she wanted from me, I’d give her that. But I would do it my way. None of this face-to-face shit. Fucking would turn to worshiping, and I would be on my knees begging again in the blink of her pretty hazel eyes.

Hauling her to her feet, I grabbed hold of her jaw in one hand and sealed my mouth to hers in a rough, demanding kiss. The last one I would allow myself. She whimpered as our tongues tangled together, and then I wrenched my mouth away, seized her hips, and spun her to the dresser.

Lila didn’t hesitate. She knew exactly what I wanted and dropped her elbows to the surface, pushing her ass out.

“Hell, Lila,” I murmured, tracing a hand over the luscious curve of her ass. “How are you this perfect?”

“Sandwiches,” she gasped out as my hand slid between her thighs from behind. “Extra mayo.”

I chuckled even as my heart squeezed with memories. I hadn’t forgotten. I’d special-ordered her favorite gluten-free bread the day I brought her home from the hospital. “I’ll make you one when we’re done here.”

But I was in no hurry to end this. My fingers found her wet pussy, and I couldn’t stop playing with her. She dropped her head on a low moan when I circled her clit with one finger. I kept my eyes on her body, not trusting myself to watch our reflection in the oil-stained mirror, as I slid a finger inside her. I pulled back out in a slow glide, her body clinging to me like it didn’t want to let me go, and my dick twitched with jealousy.

“You still have that IUD?” I asked, still not looking at her face.

“Yeah. I’m good if you are.”

I never thought I’d thank god for an eight-month dry spell, but I threw a grateful prayer heavenward now. Lila was the only woman I’d ever gone bare with, and the thought of having something between us now was intolerable.

My dick was in my hand, lining up with the prettiest cunt in the world. My other hand molded to the curve of her waist, my thumb grazing the pink scar on her ribs. “Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Everything hurts.”