Page 98 of The Exception

I pressed a kiss to Lily’s hair, filled with gratitude. But instead of telling her everything I was feeling and thinking, I merely wished her sweet dreams before saying goodnight.“Bonne nuit, mon petit poisson.”

She was quiet for so long, I figured she must have fallen asleep. But then she asked, “Why do you call me your little fish?”

“Because it bothers you,” I said, almost as a reflex. My body was at ease after a day of manual labor. My mind was calm. Surprisingly, I just wanted to fall asleep with her in my arms.

She turned to me, eyes slits, suddenly much more awake than I’d expected. “I’m serious, Graham.”

“What makes you think I’m not?” I was teasing, but I didn’t let on. It was too fun to mess with her. I liked when she got all riled up.

Her breasts brushed against me, and I could think of nothing else. She straddled me, pinning me down. “Tell me.”

All I could focus on was the feel of her body pressing me into the mattress. Her hands lightly gripping my wrists. Her breasts hovering over my face, barely concealed by her thin T-shirt, nipples begging to be worshipped.

Before I could stop myself, I arched my hips, letting her feel my desire. She gasped then narrowed her eyes at me.

“Don’t try to distract me, husband.”

“Why? Is it working?” I asked.

She ground down onto me, and we groaned in unison. “No.”

“You sure about that, wife?” I asked, captivated by the sight of her. The feel of her.

She gnawed on her bottom lip. “I…” She gulped. “I don’t know.”

And yet she didn’t stop. She kept at it, teasing herself, teasing both of us, as she rubbed along my cock. Driving me wild. Her breasts swaying beneath the shirt, taunting me. I wanted to see her. Taste her. Touch her.

“Maybe we should practice our communication skills,” I suggested, hoping she’d pick up on what I meant.

She arched a brow. “We can do that outside the bedroom.”

“We could…” I let that sentence trail off, giving her space to reconsider. “But I feel like talking now.”

She considered it, a smile playing at her lips. “I’d hate to miss an opportunity topractice. What’s on your mind?”

I loved seeing her like this—playful and unguarded.

“First, I’d have you sit on my face. I need to taste you,” I said, and I wondered if she could hear the desperation in my voice. “Make you come.”

“Graham,” she groaned, but I sensed the hesitation on her lips. Even so, she whispered, “What else?”

The words continued spilling out of me, and I didn’t try to stop them. “I know I shouldn’t, but I want you. You drive me crazy with wanting you.” I leaned up and kissed her collarbone, her shoulder, angry that there was any fabric between us. “I can think of little else.”

“Look at you using your words,” she teased, and I knew she was trying to deflect. Avoid answering.Fuck that.

“Should I keep going?” I asked. She hesitated. So I added, “Nothing has to change.”

Because that’s what she wanted. And even though I wanted all of her, I would gladly take anything she would give me.

“But you know it will. It will make an already messy situation even messier.” She changed her angle, and we moved faster. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

Her mouth said one thing, but her body told an entirely different story.

“I. Don’t.” I flipped us so I was on top, taking advantage of her distracted state to take back control. “Fucking. Care.”

Her eyes darkened, and I knew she was turned on. So I continued. I kissed her cheeks, her neck, everywhere I could easily reach.

“But you like things that are neat and tidy. You li?—”

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