Page 92 of Solid Ground

“I remember you telling me the morning after to give you something to remember me by. I’m pretty sure you meant an orgasm, but instead …”

She buries her face in my neck as we pull up outside.

“Let’s get out of the car. The porter will take the bags up. I even managed to book the same suite.”

“No way.”

I step out of the door and hold my hand out to help Zoe from the car. Her whole face is lit up with excitement.

When we’ve checked in, we make our way to the elevator and up to the suite. I swipe the card to open the door and then push it open. I dip and sweep Zoe into my arms as she laughs.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Everything properly.” I grin, carrying her through the door and kicking it closed.

After carrying her all the way to the bed, I gently lower her down and kiss her like my life depends on it. I love this woman with all my heart—I never, ever want another.

Our love story started here and it will continue tonight.

“This is where we make memories—new ones. I know our first time here is hazy for you because of the champagne, but I remember every moment. If I’d realised?—”

She grasps my arms. “You had just as much to drink as I did. I remember enough.”

“What do you remember?”

Zoe bites her bottom lip “How talented you were with your tongue?”

I pull my tie off and drop it on the floor. “Glad I impressed you.”

“Maybe you should get over here, and I’ll show you how impressive I can be withmytongue.”

“Why don’t you do just that, Mrs O’Leary?”

She reaches for my belt. Her fingers make light work of the buckle, and she slides it through the loops on my pants and throws it to the ground.

“The one thing that annoyed me about our first night together was that my memory doesn’t match yours for the first night we spent together. You might remember my lips wrapped around your cock, but I don’t.” As if to stretch out the anticipation, she runs her tongue across her red-painted lips.

She fiddles with the button on my slacks, undoes it and slides the zip down.

I’m hard as a rock by the time she releases my cock from my boxers.

I let out a moan as she slides her warm, hot mouth along my length. Closing my eyes, I let my wife do whatever she wants with me, her tongue flicking up and down the side of my cock, and I jolt as she licks my tip.

She sets up a rhythm. I want so badly to be buried inside her pussy, but she grasps my balls and rolls them gently in her hand, and I lose control.

I run my fingers through her hair. She fixes her gaze on mine, and I’m a goner. My body tenses, my balls tighten, and I come down her throat. Zoe stays there, her hand around my cock, her mouth around the tip until she gets every last drop before she sits up and licks her lips. Her hair is mussed, but it’s the satisfied grin on her face that gets me.

Everything’s sweeter the second time around.

TWENTY-NINE

ZOE

Two years later

Butterflies are breedingin my stomach.

It’s the only rational explanation as to why I feel like something’s taken flight in my abdomen—although it could also be the baby growing inside me.

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