Page 183 of The Wife Situation

When her back arches, Lexi freezes for what feels like an eternity before her body collapses around me; the groans that release from her nearly rock me at my core.

“Let me have you,” she begs.

I don’t wait before I’m sliding down my joggers and slamming deep inside of her as her wet cunt pulses around me. I give it to her hard and slow as she pulls me down to her.

“I missed you,” I whisper into her greedy mouth.

She pants in my ear, “I missed you so much.”

Her mouth is against the softness of my neck, peppering kisses before pinching my skin between her teeth. “Mmm. Maybe I’ll markyou.”

With my fingers through her hair, I slightly tighten my grip as she sucks and licks my neck up to my ear. “I want everyone to see I belong to you,” I say.

“They know,” she says.

I give her every deep inch of my cock, and she moans out. I love hearing her pleasure, knowing I dothatto her.

No matter what happens, if she’s happy, I’m fucking delighted. I was made to worship her and will do so until I take my last breath. That’s a goddamn promise.

“I finally found you,” I say as her body falls to pieces in my arms, under mytouch. We fall over the edge together, spiraling and tumbling.

A few more pumps has me emptying myself deep inside her. It’s something we discussed in Fiji. She’s not convinced pregnancy is in her future but wants it to be. Giving her my baby would be the second happiest day of my life after marrying her. But even if it doesn’t happen, I’d be truly happy with our life like this, just us.

“About time.” She chuckles, kissing me.

I rub my thumb across her face and kiss her.

“I love you, Easton,” she whispers against my lips. “I love you so much.”

I lift upward, studying her eyes, still deeply connected. “Fuck, I love you too, Lexi. More than you’ll ever know. I’d have waited a lifetime for you.”

“Thankfully, love is always on time,” she whispers.

I smile, not able to wipe it from my lips.

“I’m so glad I left and came here. You’re my sunshine,” I tell her.

She lies across my chest and I run my fingers through her hair. When I look into her green eyes, I can’t believe this woman is mine. How is this possible? The odds were stacked against me.

I feel her smile against my chest, and she’s happy; I know that much is true. And, fuck, that makes me ecstatic.

“I’ll burn down the world for you. I’ll burn it to the goddamn ground without apology. Consequences be damned.”

“I hope you never change,” she says, kissing up my chest until she’s at my lips. “Husband.”

“I’m not sending divorce papers,” I confirm.

“I wouldn’t have signed them anyway,” she says, kissing me.

“Want to take a bath with me?” I ask. “Get you cleaned up.”

“Yes,” she says with a laugh. “Book boyfriend aftercare.”

“Sometimes,realboyfriends—scratch that, husbands—are better than book boyfriends.”

I stand, sliding my arms under her, and carry her to the bathroom. I set her on the tub’s edge as I turn on the water. When it’s half full, I slide in, and so does she. With her back against my chest, I wash every part of her from behind and kiss her as she tells me how much she missed me.

She turns to me. “I think, going forward, when you’re away from me and you decide to …” Her eyes slide down to my cock. “You have to let me watch.”

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