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“What the hell about no don’t you understand?” I growl under my breath to keep from waking Riley.
“Kyle, man. I know you’re probably pissed that I exposed the real Riley to you.”
My entire body stiffens.
“But you should be thanking me. You would never have found out about her if it weren’t for me. I mean, hell, if she slept with me to get my money, I know that’s what she did for you. Good for you for using her to take down Walsh’s family. I never would’ve thought—”
“What the fuck did you just say?” My tone is cold enough to freeze hell.
Brendan hesitates. “You married her to get what you wanted, right? Fuck, I should’ve thought of something like that. All she did for me was—”
I hang up on the dumb fuck because I’m blinded by rage.
“Hey,” Riley’s groggy voice reaches me.
When I can finally focus enough through my anger haze, it’s to see a small smile playing at her lips.
“Was that Eve? Did she have fun with Stasi last night?”
I tighten the hold of the phone in my hand. It’s ringing again. Chastain.
“Yeah, they’re having a great time,” I tell her. Then I press the button to answer the phone.
I make sure the phone is on and then turn the volume all of the way down as I stroll to the bed.
Riley gasps when I strip her of the blanket and sheets. She’s wearing only a thin T-shirt and the cotton panties she likes to sleep in. I place my phone on the nightstand next to her side of the bed.
I know I’m an asshole for what I’m about to do but Chastain needs to get the message.
“What are you doing?” Riley moans, somewhat sleepily, as I begin pulling her panties down her long legs.
“Do you know one of my favorite things about you?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “What?” There’s a hitch in her voice as I spread her legs.
“What you taste like first thing in the morning.” I lean in and inhale the scent of her pussy. “It’s like your pussy has been marinating just for me overnight.”
She lets out a laugh. My dick pushes against the zipper of my jeans, straining to get free. I don’t listen to it. Instead, I lower myself between her legs.
I love you.
I recall the words she told me days ago. The most perfect gift she could’ve ever given me. Her heart.
“Let me show you,” I mumble against her lips before I circle her clit with my tongue.
Riley rolls her hips and lets out a low moan.
I slowly run my tongue against her lips and then around and around her swollen button.
“Fuck, Kyle,” she says, her lower back bowing off of the bed.
I don’t let up as I inch my shoulders underneath her knees, keeping her legs spread for my mouth. She tastes so fucking good that I start to lose my shit. I become greedy, seeking more of her taste on my tongue. Even Riley’s first orgasm doesn’t stop me. If anything, the opposite happens. I continue lapping her up, seeking out another orgasm.
Riley’s hands pull at my hair. The tiny prickles of pain make me harder, and I push her thighs farther apart. It’s not until the second orgasm rockets through her body that the possessive haze hovering around me starts to recede slightly.
I move up Riley’s body to see her eyelids half closed and a crooked smile on her beautiful mouth. I kiss the hell out of her, letting her taste herself on me. I pull away from her and kiss the tip of her nose.
My fucking wife.
