Page 167 of The Wife Situation

“You were made for me,” she groans when I trace her jaw with my mouth.

“I was,” I say as we make love under the stars with the waves crashing in the background.

It starts off gentle and grows intense as Lexi’s cunt tightens around me.

“Fuck,” she hisses, not able to say anything as she comes again.

I position myself on my knees and grab her ass with my hands and fuck her deep and hard, loving how she pulses with each pump.

“Lexi,” I groan. My voice comes out in a deep husk.

When I’m close, she rolls me over onto my back.

“Can’t let you forget who’s in control.” She smirks, riding me, popping her pussy up and down my length.

Satisfying sighs release from her, a glisten of sweat forms on her body, and I sit forward, capturing the hard peak of her nipple into my mouth.

“I’m close,” I whisper, knowing I’ll tip over the edge at any moment as my heart nearly bursts from my chest.

My eyes slam closed as Lexi continues to fuck me into oblivion, and I think I see stars when the orgasm rips through me. She continues her assault on my cock until my groan releases and I stop pumping into her. Then, she collapses on my chest.

We lie, connected, with her on my chest as I pet and kiss her hair, holding her in my strong arms.

The euphoria of being with her still has its hold on me and my mind as I stare up at a sky I don’t recognize.

“During our vows, you knew that you’d love you until you take your last breath.…”

I nod, kissing her shoulder. “I did. I meant it.”

“I can’t say those three words yet, Easton,” she admits, holding me tight.

“I know,” I whisper.

“Don’t give up on me.” She tilts her chin so she can look into my eyes.

“Fucking never,” I whisper, taking her chin between my fingers before kissing her.

37

LEXI

It’s our last hour in Fiji, and sadness takes over as we load into the limo and drive to the airport. Yesterday, the Mustang was picked up for transport and will arrive in the city next week.

For twenty-four hours, we stayed inside, insatiable for one another. We slept, made love, and ate when hunger took over.

We walked the beach, swam in the ocean, and held each other under the southern hemisphere, studying a star-filled sky with constellations I didn’t know. It felt like being on another planet, like I’d taken over someone else’s life.

Still, I can’t believe it.

These six days being married to Easton have passed like a dreamless blur and I don’t want them to end, but we’re not in fairy-tale land anymore; it’s time to gohome. The word feels foreign.

Something has changed.

Is thislove? The four-letter word has plagued me for so long that I’m scared I’ll lose it if I find it. I tell myself that if I shield my heart now, the fall won’t be so destructive, and maybe if this does end one day, I can recover from my Easton Calloway addiction.

“What are you thinking about?” Easton wraps his arm around me and I lean into him as we breathe in the fresh beach air. The window is down, and the sunroof is open, allowing the early morning rays to leak in.

“You.Us,” I admit. My words float in the air.

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