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I can already feel how wet I am. He finally sets me down in the middle of the California king bed and rests between my thighs. I stroke his nape while he stares into my eyes.

“What?” I ask him. It’s like he’s studying me for the first time.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, and I feel myself blush. “You are,” he insists. “Your outer beauty was the first thing I noticed about you. I was mesmerized by that at first. Then your inner beauty grabbed onto me and wouldn’t let go. I want you to know how much I love you,” he whispers. “More than anyone and anything.”

I open my mouth to answer him, but he puts a finger to my lips. “Just let me love you tonight. I already know you love me, but I want to make sure you know that there will never be anyone but you. I’m so sorry about—”

This time, it’s me who puts a finger to his lips. “Let’s not apologize about the past, and I know, baby.” I caress his nape and he shudders from my touch. “I know because I feel the exact same way.” He seems to sigh in relief. “Now, slide that big dick inside of me before I start to sing again.”

“Oh, baby girl, you’re about to hit all the high notes.” And he slides his way home.

Chapter 59

Drake

I’m being pulled under, and I gladly surrender. I close my eyes and shut out the moonlight streaming through the blinds. She scoots her naked body closer. I feel her breasts crushed to my back, and we both sigh in unison. Content and satiated after two rounds of lovemaking, I surrender to the fatigue that’s finally hit me. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but a persistent tapping on the bridge of my nose awakens me.

I swat the offending hand away, but it returns.

“Drake,” a soft voice croons. “Husband,” she says, softer this time.

“Baby girl,” I moan without bothering to open my eyes. “You’ll have to wait until morning if you want more dick. It needs to recharge. You sucked and fucked the life out of it.”

She makes a little gasp, but I inch away from her, so desperate for sleep. She moves closer and the damn tapping on the tip of my nose returns.

“What?” I practically whine.

“I’m hungry,” she says.

“Hungry again? Go eat something then. There’s a bunch of leftovers from the party in the fridge.” I swat her hand away, but it soon returns.

“And warm it up by myself?” She sounds almost aghast at the thought.

“Yes. Or order from Uber Eats or something if pressing buttons on a microwave is too much for you. Just let me sleep,” I groan.

“It’s almost three o’clock in the morning. The least you can do is go downstairs with me. I’m hungry because you made me burn so many calories, so it’s your fault my stomach won’t stop growling.” I snort and pull the covers over my head, but she taps my nose over the blanket. She climbs on top of me and pulls the covers from over my head.

“I’m not going to leave you alone,” she warns. “If you love me, you’ll go with me. You must be hungry too.” She finally gets up, and just when I think she’s going to let me sleep, she yanks the covers off and throws something at me. Whatever it is hits me in the face. “Put that on and let’s go.”

I groan, but I know she’ll just keep harassing me until she gets what she wants. I get off the bed and angrily put on the pair of sweatpants she threw at me.

“You know, I completely forgot what a giant pain in the ass you can be.”

“You are the president of the spoiled wife’s club,” I say to Nia about fifteen minutes later. She’s sitting on the kitchen island with me standing between her legs. She has them wrapped around me keeping me in place.

“President, chairman of the board, CEO, founder, and—” I shut her up by putting a taco to her mouth. She takes a huge bite, and I finish it off. I rub my hands on her bare legs. She’s in one of my T-shirts, and I stroke her upper thigh.

“You’re an annoying pain in the balls, do you know that?” I feed her some more, and she nods in agreement with me.

“But you love me anyway,” she says.

I kiss the side of her neck. “I do, and since I’m the one who spoils you, I guess I only have myself to blame.”

“Drumstick,” she orders. I pick up a drumstick and put it to her mouth. She takes a big bite, and when she’s done, I eat the rest. That’s how the next fifteen minutes go. She calls out the food she wants, I feed it to her, and I finish it off.

“Water,” she says while she rubs her eyes. I put a bottle to her lips, and I drink the rest. I don’t bother cleaning the kitchen. I leave the food on the island, pick up my wife and carry her upstairs. She grumbles when I tell her she needs to brush her teeth, but once she does it, we climb into bed. I spoon her from behind, and we both fall asleep almost immediately.

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