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Her proclamation unleashed a surge of elation as a greedy yearning tore through him.
Harper gasped and surrendered to his touch. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He wasn’t about to, but he’d explode if he didn’t have a taste. Without missing a beat, he worked her with his hand, then ran his tongue along her delicate folds.
“Yes, yes,” she cried, tangling her fingers in his hair as he hummed his delight.
Going downtown like he was born to do nothing else, he set a titillating tempo. He feasted on his wife like a starving man ravaging a table teeming with decadent platters piled high with sweet ambrosia. Near delirious with desire, his senses heightened, and tunnel vision took over.
He had one goal, one purpose, one explicit objective.
Make his wife come…hard.
It was a challenge he was ready to meet.
Again, he hummed against her tight bundle of nerves, allowing the vibration to take her higher.
“That’s…so…good,” she whimpered.
He gripped her ass, relishing the feel of her supple skin. She cried out on the cusp of losing control.
He lived to please this woman.
“Heartthrob, you might just kill me,” she cried.
Hell yes!
He had her right where he wanted her.
Through ragged, wanton breaths, every muscle in her body clenched as a firestorm of moans and sensual cries mingled in the air. Harper tumbled into the hot wet depths of carnal bliss, and it had him raring to go. He squeezed her ass, holding on tighter and not letting up. He hummed against her again, prolonging her pleasure as he devoured her sweetness and savored the erotic victory of reducing his wife into a satisfaction-consuming seductress.
But their connection was more than physical.
From their first kiss, it had always been more.
Still, tonight was a momentous night.
He needed to sear these sensations into her soul.
Tonight was the night he claimed her—not as a sixty-day dare-match wife and not as a temporary nanny-aunt—but as his, and his alone.
Harper relaxed into the sea of pillows, gasping as she worked to catch her breath. “Are the fireworks over?”
He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “They’re just beginning. You’ll be seeing stars all night long.”
She pushed onto her elbows. “Then get up here.”
He wasn’t about to make her ask twice.
Punch-drunk from listening to her lusty whimpers, his cock strained against his pants.
He wiped his wrist across his lips, savoring her taste, then undid his trousers and pumped his weeping cock.
“No boxer briefs, heartthrob? Riding the commando train, are we?” she teased with a dirty grin.
“I did it as a show of solidarity with my wife.”
“And maybe because you also hoped you’d get lucky.”
