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He grins. “For now.”

I position myself over him, his cock poised at my entrance. I bite my lip nervously as I slowly lower, remembering the pain of a few nights ago.

“Relax, baby girl,” Gabe croons, gripping my hips. “Let me in.”

I inhale, lifting slightly and lowering again. My fingers curl, nails digging into his chest where my hands are braced for balance. I exhale and repeat a few more times. Finally, I slide all the way down, past tantalizing resistance, until he’s fully seated inside me.

“Are you all right?” he asks roughly, his jaw flexing as he holds still, allowing me to adjust.

“I’m fine.” My relieved laughter vibrates through me where we’re joined, and we both groan. “More than fine.”

“We fit perfectly, wife.”

“God, yes,” I moan as I lift and swirl my hips, discovering what feels good.

“Hold tight, little bird.”

He thrusts up, and I meet him in the middle, exhaling a shivery sigh. We do it again. And again. Matching each other’s rhythm. Faster. Harder. Until he’s pounding into me as I sink down on him. Something epic builds in my core as our bodies come together in wet slaps, catapulting me toward my release.

“Daddy, I’m going to come!”

“Come for me. Come all over my cock, little one.”

I release a hoarse cry as my climax blazes through me like wildfire. I’m barely aware of Gabriel shuddering and pouring himself into me. I slump forward onto his chest, shivering with aftershocks.

“I love you, Gabe,” I murmur as he softens inside me.

He presses a kiss on my forehead. “I love you, Wren.”

I close my eyes, more content than I can ever remember, knowing this man, my husband, has carved his name on my soul.

Chapter 12

Gabe

I wake up to an empty bed, the sheets still warm where Wren should be. I frown and grab my phone from the bedside cabinet to check the time. 6.30 AM. It’s unusual for Wren to be up before me. She usually falls asleep again after I’ve woken her with my head between her legs as I lick her to orgasm. Waking up with my wife curled into me every morning has become my favorite part of each day.

My desire for Wren has only grown. And she’s as greedy for me as I am for her. I may have achieved professional success, but she’s given my life true meaning. I never knew I could love someone as much as I love my little bird. She’s my everything.

Our lives as a married couple have settled into a pattern, and the last month has whirled by in a daze of happiness and contentment.

My days are spent in the office, attending meetings, landing new security contracts, and managing the ones we have. Like my personal life, Burns SafeGuard is going from strength to strength, and I’ve tasked the HR department with employing more staff. At this rate, I’ll need to purchase another building.

While I work, Wren studies hard, catching up on her missed classes and writing her final dissertation. After a “discussion” with the dean and a donation that would make most people weep, they were all too happy to pretend that last semester had never happened for her. Money talks, bullshit walks, and Wren got a clean slate.She’ll have to attend college to sit a final exam next month, but I’ve arranged for Ethan and Luther to accompany her, and I’ll pick her up afterward.

Wren has spoken with her mom on the phone. I know Wren wants to see her mom, but Lori has asked for more time. I get it. Lori has a lot of shit to work through and wants to focus on being the best version of herself before they meet face-to-face, for her sake and her daughter’s.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sit up and listen. The faint sound of clinking dishes reaches my ears, and I know she’s already in the kitchen.

I push myself out of bed, pull on a T-shirt and sweatpants, and make my way down the hall. The morning light filters through the windows of our penthouse, casting a soft glow on the hardwood floors. I enter the living room to find my wife still in her sleep shorts and camisole, gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the city below.

Moving behind her, I spin her around and back her against the glass. My hand settles around her throat, my thumb stroking her hammering pulse point. I lower my head to steal a heated kiss but stop abruptly as I realize her body is like a block of ice in my arms.

I pull back to look at her. “Wren?”

Her eyes are glazed with terror, her chest rising and falling erratically.

“Sweetheart?”

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