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“Heading to my heaven,” he answers in a growl before he pushes me onto my stomach. “I want to taste you like this.”
I don’t argue because Daniel’s tongue is officially one of my favorite parts of him. That and his cock, and his eyes, and…
“Ohhh,” I draw out that one word as he bites the left cheek of my ass. “That hurt.”
“In the best way,” he says with confidence. “Ass in the air, Gina.”
I do it immediately, parting my legs in the process. I sense movement behind me as he gets on his back, sliding his way underneath me.
“Lower, baby.” He grips my hips with both hands, tugging me down. “Sit on my face.”
I inch down but then pull back up immediately, teasing him.
His hand rises before it lands with a sharp slap on my ass.
I can’t help but squirm as a low moan escapes me.
“I need to taste you.” His voice doesn’t disguise the need he feels. “As soon as you come on my face, I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Promises, promises.” I laugh.
He pulls me back so hard that my hands leave the bed. I’m almost upright, looking down at his eyes as I watch his lips move to take my clit between them.
My hand drops to his hair. “Oh my god.”
He moves slightly and growls out two words. “Watch me.”
I do, but before a single minute passes, my eyes are closed again, my neck is arched back, and I’m riding my husband’s face to another release.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT
Daniel
“I don’t thinkyour blouse will fit me, Gina.”
She turns abruptly, sending her messy hair flying over her shoulder.
My wife looks well-fucked and satisfied. I take pride in that, and I want more of it. Much more.
As she sits on the window seat in the bedroom, she tugs on one of the sleeves of my button-down shirt. “I think this fits me perfectly.”
She’s right. It does.
If I have to drive back to Manhattan half-naked, I will.
I want her in my shirt and my bed. Fuck, I want her in my life every single day going forward.
“Do you want me to take it off?” she smiles, tilting her head.
“If you do, we’ll end up back in bed.”
“I like the sounds of that, but…”
Her words trail, and it feels as though reality sucker punches me.
My gaze drops to my watch. It’s just past five in the morning.Sunday morning. If we leave New Haven now, she’ll still make her flight out of New York to Las Vegas.
I assumed that when she agreed to stay last night, that meant the annulment was off of the table, for now.
