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Holy shit, that was… wow.

“I won’t. God,Garrett,” she gasped, her breasts beginning to shake as he rode her faster and faster.

“Do you feel that?” he panted. “Do you feel how hard I am? It’s because of you. Because of the way my wife’s sweet pussy wraps around me, squeezing tight, trying to keep me inside her.”

Holy shit, he played the W-card. Emma moaned, licking at the only part of him she could reach, his neck.

“Fuck. You want to taste me, baby? You’re going to get your chance. But first, you’re going to come while screaming my name.”

Emma’s mouth gaped, her lips open against his skin. She wanted to lick him again, but she was already at the edge of another orgasm. The only thing she could do was hold on as he surged, pounding her hips into the cushions.

Emma’s hands flung back over her head like she was on a roller coaster. Her body was moving without volition, arcing up whenever he retreated. His body was like a magnet. She had to touch him, skin pressed to skin, or she was going to die.

“Garrett,I can’t, I can’t,” she panted nonsensically, unsure of what she was saying. Her orgasm was right there, but she couldn’t reach it.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”

Catching her flailing hands, Garrett held them down as he let his weight press her down into the cushions. Impaled by his thick length, she shuddered as he ground against her. “Take… what you need.”

So Emma did. Obeying, she clenched around him as she came and came and came.

“That’s it, Emmy,” he panted, his hips hitting a spot that made her black out. “Milk me dry. Come all over that cock like a hot little wife should.”

He slammed her down onto the cushions one more time, exploding with one last convulsive thrust. Warmth flooded her as his seed spurted inside her.

Garrett collapsed on top of her, shaking and out of breath. Emma wrapped her arms and legs around him again, ignoring the sudden ache in her chest.

But her heart was beating so hard it filled her ears. Emma twisted her face, pressing a kiss to the side of Garrett’s neck.

Calm down, she told herself, willing her heart to slow.

It was just the exertion and residual arousal. She wasn’t terrified. Not at all.

Chapter Thirty-Six

EMMA

She woke up pinned to the mattress. Drowsy, she wondered what the hell had fallen on her when Garrett’s voice rumbled in her ear.

“I’m not a coatrack.”

Startled, she froze. His arm tightened around her.

“You said ‘When did I get a coatrack’?” He shifted in the bed but still didn’t let her go. “I can only assume you thought one fell on you.”

Emma wiggled, turning on the mattress very slowly.

Her sharply indrawn breath at the sight of a naked Garrett stretched out next to her was involuntary.

His muscle definition was unreal. And did that tan goeverywhere?

“Hi,” she said.

He gave her a sleepy grin. “Hi. And before you freak out, yes, we had sex.”

“I know. I was there.” Emma smacked him on the arm. “Did you think I forgot? Because of my head?”

“No, baby, it’s not that.” Strong arms squeezed her. “I just wanted to be clear. I wanted you. You wanted me. We wanted each other. And we had sex.”

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