Page 139 of The Wife Situation

“Prepared,” I say.

Our mouths gravitate toward one another and I run my hands up his black T-shirt, lifting it over his head.

“Or presumptuous,” he mutters.

“You can’t deny me,” I say as I guide him onto his back, kissing down his strong jaw and his neck, tasting the salty sweat from today on his tattooed skin.

“You’re right,” he admits with a strangled breath as I continue down his muscular stomach.

A sexy smirk touches my lips as I reach for the button of his jeans and unzip them. He’s bulging against the material, and I enjoy knowing I’m the reason.

I meet his eyes, capturing every second of his attention as he intensely watches me.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” he says, his hand on my jaw.

His thumb brushes across my bottom lip, and goosebumps trail across my body.

“Then, together, we’ll be a collection.” I hook my fingers in his jeans, tugging them down. After I rip open the condom, I slowly sheathe him, admiring the thick vein that trails up the side. “Mmm. Extra-large was a good guess.”

He lifts a brow as I desperately wiggle out of my jeans and panties. Easton helps me with my T-shirt, and I reach behind me, removing my bra. I straddle him, not allowing him inside yet. He sits upright as I grab his face.

“I want you so fucking bad,” I whisper, searching his eyes, knowing there is only forward motion from here.

“You’re in control, Lexi,” he says. “You have been since the beginning.”

I lean my forehead against his. “No promises.”

“Just chances,” he confirms.

I realize we’re both searching for the same thing—a chance. I close my eyes, slowly inching down on him. He grabs my hips as I thread my fingers through his messy hair, kissing him as our worlds collide together. A sigh escapes me when he fills me full, like we were made for each other.

We stay connected, allowing my body to adjust to how big he is as I let out several ragged breaths.

“Fuck,” he hisses, cupping my ass with his strong palms as I gently rock my hips.

“It’s not supposed to feel like this,” I whisper, feeling as if Cupid struck me right in the heart with an arrow. Sex has never been like this; no, it’s a deeper connection, something I can’t explain.

“Maybe it is,” he desperately says.

Easton wraps his arms around me, and he traces my collarbone with his lips, sucking and kissing between my breasts.

My pants fill the space, and I sigh into his mouth. Our kisses are needy, and he growls against me as I take him from tip to base, pushing him onto his back. He’s thick and hard inside of me, and if we continue down this greedy path, I will spill over and lose myself with this man.

It’s never felt this way with anyone, and it scares me that it’s already this good. Perfect pleasure.

Every inch of my body aches for him when we’re as close as we can possibly be. I nearly beg for more of him. His thumb brushes against my needy clit, and my eyes squeeze tight as a whimper releases. With my hands on his chest, I pick up my pace.

“Shit,” I whisper, my muscles trembling.

“Take what you need,” he urges, pressing his thumbs against my hip bones, creating more friction, allowing him to go deeper than I thought was possible.

I hover above him, capturing his mouth.

“I want more,” I beg, already completely full, but not able to get enough.

A devious grin meets his lips as he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. “Lie down.”

“Mmm,” I say as he rolls me onto my back, pulling out, teasing me with the tip of his cock. I look up at him, smiling. “This is real?”

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