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“I could hear you talking,” she says, as if she could hear my mental question. “Something about ripping someone’s head off.”
“I was talking to Winston.”
She reaches for her sunglasses and pushes them into her hair, her blue eyes meeting mine. “About me and—”
“Don’t say his name,” I interrupt.
“Right.” Her smirk is annoying as fuck. She tugs the glasses back over her eyes and tilts her face toward the sun, the movement making her breasts sway gently. “Nothing like a jealous husband to make your marriage kick off to a healthy start.”
I curl my hands into fists. If that McAsshole was here right now, he wouldn’t have a chance. “I’m not jealous.”
She lowers her leg and now I can see her bare pussy. “Sure you’re not.”
This woman is unbelievable.
Like I have zero control, I go to her, settling myself on the edge of her lounger, reaching out to rest my hand on her knee. Her skin is hot from the sun. Smooth as silk. “Why would I be jealous when I could have this pussy any time I wanted?”
Charlotte lifts her glasses again, her gaze narrowed as she contemplates me. “You really think that?”
My fingers drift upward, from her knee to the inside of her thigh. I can feel the heat from her cunt and I itch to stroke her there. “I know I can. Why else would you sit outside like this? You’re trying to bait me.”
She slaps my hand away from her thigh. “No tan lines, remember?”
“Oh. Right.” I nod, her sassy attitude a complete turn-on.
She’s so full of shit.
I readjust myself on the lounger, pushing in between her legs so she has no choice but to spread them so wide her feet dangle over the sides.
Now she’s on complete display. Pink, glistening flesh that’s just begging for my mouth.
“So if I wanted to go down on you right now, you’d stop me?”
Her hand drops to her chest, her fingers drifting across the top of her breasts. I wish I could see her eyes. “Maybe.”
“Uh-huh.” I grab hold of her waist and tug her downward, bringing her closer to my mouth. She gasps, her nipples beading right in front of my eyes, and for the quickest moment, I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
And why.
Fuck it. I’m running on pure instinct. If I want to eat this pussy, I’m going to.
After all, she is my wife.
Chapter Thirteen
Charlotte
Perry pulls mein closer, my legs spread wide open, showing him everything I’ve got. I guess I asked for this, lying out naked by the pool. What did I expect?
This, I think to myself as he strokes my hips.Exactly this.
He seems calmer. A little more contained than how he was earlier. When he was ferocious and territorial and ridiculous. I know I shouldn’t think like this, but all that ragey intensity was kind of hot.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his hands stroking downward, along my sides. Up and down.
He keeps gently stroking me and I can feel myself melting into the cushion. The warm breeze wafts over my hot skin, making everything inside of me ache and I lift my arms up, draping my wrists across the top of the lounger.
Keeping his grip on my hips, he leans in and brushes his mouth over my stomach, just above my navel. Everything inside of me clenches up tight at that first touch of his lips on my skin and I wait, all the air stuck in my throat, for him to shift lower.
