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When his look turned smoldering, my legs turned to jelly.
He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t have to. We left our brothers, Daphne, Dale, and Boss to the beautiful, sunny afternoon and crept upstairs to be alone.
As soon as he closed the door behind us, he was on me. And I couldn’t get enough of my husband. I could never get enough.
He stripped me out of my coverup, and my bikini was off before I knew what had happened. I had faint tan lines; my breasts were a creamy, pale white in contrast. Bryce kissed my neck—his hands were everywhere, roaming. He took my nipple into his mouth, suckling me, and I sighed in pleasure and relief. All I ever needed, all I ever wanted, was to be with him like this. I slid his swim trunks down, and his stiff erection sprung out, pink, perfect, and huge. I spit onto my hand and started milking him, our bodies beginning to slide and writhe together in time. When he stiffened further beneath my hands, it emboldened me.
I sank down onto my knees and took the head of his cock into my mouth.
Bryce tried to hold still as I sucked his crown like a lollipop. “What’re you doing? Ohfuck, Chloe.”
When I took him deeper, he groaned. When I took him briefly all the way in, he cursed. He’d asked me what I was doing, so I was going to show him. I put my hand around his shaft and milked him into my mouth with one hand. With the other, I gently massaged and squeezed his balls. With his grunts and moans, along with the barely controlled pulsing of his hips, I could tell he was enjoying himself. So was I. Something about having control over him, of being the one to give him pleasure, was insanely satisfying.
I picked up the pace, chasing my mouth with my hand. When I squeezed his balls, he barked out a litany of curses—in a good way. He was close. I felt his ball tighten; I could taste the salty pre-cum in my mouth. Pure female satisfaction bloomed inside my chest. I was the one who’d brought him to the edge. It wasmytouch, my mouth, my hands that had him losing his mind.
“Get up,” he said roughly. “Stand up and bend over the bednow.” There was an unmistakable urgency to his tone. I did as I was told, climbing up, putting my palms on the bed, spreading my legs, and sticking my ass up in the air.
“Thank fuck.” Without hesitation, Bryce notched himself inside me. When he felt how insanely wet I was, he laughed.
But when he started to thrust, there was no more laughing.
Oh, fuck!He was so deep like this, and he didn’t hold back. His strokes were urgent. “Yes, Chloe.Fuck yes.” He punished me with his cock, driving all the way in, filling me, claiming me. My clit rubbed up against the bed, and I cried out.
“Yes!” He smacked my ass. When I cried out again, he drove harder. I was about to come when he pulled out. He spanked one ass cheek, then the other, and then slapped my sex with the open palm of his hand.
“Ow!” The pain was bright and unexpected, but I didn’t have time to process it or complain—Bryce had already buried himself in me again and gripped my hips. He was driving for home. The stinging sensation across my ass and sex, coupled with the friction against my clit—not to mention his insanely deep penetration—pushed me over the edge. “Fuck…fuck…BRYCE!”
He grabbed my ponytail and yanked it, riding me as he fucked me through my orgasm, and then it was his turn. He groaned, he cursed, and finally, he laughed as he erupted inside me. His hips thrust cruelly as he spent himself, filling me once again, making me see stars. I cried out in pleasure as he emptied himself inside me, still gripping my hair and my hip as thrusts slowed. We stayed like that for a while, connected, sweaty, and spent, until he pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to me.
He glared at me with one eye open. “Mrs. Windsor,” he declared, “I believe you’re trying to kill me.”
“Ha! You were the one spanking me. What’s with that?”
“I don’t know.” He smirked as he pulled me closer. “Just trying to spice things up.”
I laughed again. “You’re obviously trying to killme.”
“I would never do that.” His voice was no longer teasing. “I love you too much.”
A heavy, unexpected silence fell between us. I didn’t know what to say, what to do.
“I… I love you, too.” Tears pricked my eyes. Damn him, why had he made me say it?
But I couldn’t ask; my husband was already asleep, lightly snoring.
Maybe he hadn’t heard me. Maybe. In any event, I snuggled into his arms and pressed my face against his chest. It was the truth; Ididlove him.
For better, or much more likely, for worse.
TWENTY-TWO
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Neither one ofus mentioned the “l” word as we took our respective showers and got dressed. There was a lot of kissing, though. And hugging.
I couldfeelthe love. But I’d be damned before I’d say it again—not unless he said it first!
Chef prepared a picnic dinner that we ate outside on the patio. There was corn on the cob, steak tips, grilled salmon, and Caesar salad. Jake and Colby took turns throwing the football to Noah and tossing a ball for Boss. Daphne still seemed high as a kite from our day at the club, regardless that Michael Jones had blown her off. She actually ate an entire plate of food. Dale sat with us, talking in low tones to Bryce about the upcoming schedule. Gene Windsor didn’t join us for dinner. Daphne explained that he was meeting with Olivia Jensen to review strategy and plan next steps.
