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Just as I’m about to flip us over and get on top so I can have some control, she screams out my name so loud, I’m afraid she’ll wake Jasmine up. But that doesn’t happen. It’s when she calls my name for the second time that I finally let go.

I’d call out her name too, but I’m way too far gone to talk. I close my eyes and let my body convulse. I have no more control over it, and my orgasm seems to be never-ending.

“Fuck,” she says when she drops herself on top of me. Her head hits my nose on her way down, but I don’t care. I feel too good to care about a little bit of pain right now.

I wrap my arms around her and run my hands down her sweaty spine. Her skin is so smooth. Some of her hair gets in my face, and I push it away. She has her legs on either side of me and her wet pussy oozes onto my abdomen.

I cup her ass tight. She looks up and I tilt my chin at her. She knows what I want. She bends down and kisses me. When she does, I take her bottom lip between my teeth, bite and pull.

Chapter 39

Seth

She looks ridiculous tiptoeing out of the room to check on Jasmine. I told her Jasmine would sleep for another eight hours, but Layla insisted on checking on her. I hope she doesn’t wake her. If that happens, we’re both screwed for the next few hours.

I hop out of bed, still naked, to go warn her, but my worries are unnecessary. She’s hunched over the crib and slowly covering Jasmine with one of her pink fuzzy blankets. Once she’s done, she kisses her fingertips and gently presses her fingers to my daughter’s chubby cheeks. Jasmine doesn’t stir, but something inside of me does.

She frowns when she sees me standing there watching her. I snicker and gesture at her. She’s in nothing but that ugly floral shirt and one sock. The shirt isn’t even buttoned. She looks down at herself and shrugs.

She leaves Jasmine’s room and goes into the suite while I return to bed. She comes back a few minutes later with a tray of strawberries and pineapple and two water bottles. I take it from her, and she takes off that hideous shirt and slides back into bed.

“This is the life,” she says a few minutes later. “This has been the best vacation.”

“Really? Even though we have a baby with us?”

She shrugs and says, “The cutest baby. She doesn’t bother me. I love having her around.”

“You’re not so bad either,” I say to her. She looks up at me in surprise and blushes.

“Um, whatever,” she says. She shoves a strawberry in her mouth and looks away. I lift the tray and set it on the lamp table next to me and inch closer to her.

“Why are you so uncomfortable with compliments?”

“You’re not so bad either is not a compliment,” she says, crossing her arms. She still won’t look at me. I move closer to her, and she moves away. She moves until she’s at the edge of the bed. If she moves another inch, she’ll fall.

She shrieks when I pull her and put her on top of me. I wrap my arms around her, keeping her in place.

“Shh,” I warn, and she quiets down. She looks up, with the blush spread across her cheeks like a blanket. Her eyes meet mine, and I channel what Coach or Chastain would say to their wives. “You’re pretty, and I love that mole on your face.” I move one hand and touch her cheek. “Your lips are soft and sweet.” I lean up and press mine to hers. She makes no attempts to move away. “And you already know how I feel about that fat booty.” I slap it and she manages to move out of my arms.

“You ruined the moment,” she sighs.

“I’m serious. I like being with you,” I say. She’s the first person I’ve ever said that aloud to. “Come here.” I pat the spot next to me and she comes and rests her head on my shoulder. “Can I ask you something?” I ask. “And be honest. Spousal privilege.” I hold out my pinky and she looks at it.

“Only if I get to ask you questions too.”

When I nod in agreement, she wraps her pinky around mine.

“You’re really beautiful and kind,” I begin. I feel her tense next to me, but she remains quiet. “You are. So, what I don’t understand is why you were still a virgin at twenty-two?”

“What’s the big deal about that?” she asks. “Not everyone loves to spread it around.”

“I didn’t say anything about spreading it around. Have you ever had a boyfriend?” When she shakes her head no, I ask, “Why not? That’s what I don’t understand.”

“According to you, you’ve never had a girlfriend. What difference does it make?” she asks. Since I don’t want to have another conversation about my past whoring, I remain quiet. “I was scared about getting pregnant,” she finally confesses. “A couple of my friends from high school got pregnant junior year. It was a mess. One of them got kicked out and moved in with us for a little while. At least until my mom went to her house and tore a new asshole on her parents. They came and took her home. Both of the guys ghosted them. I didn’t want that to happen to me. I figured the best way was to stay away from the opposite sex. Besides, my parents were always fighting, and I didn’t want that either.”

“Okay. I get it,” I say slowly.

“And I was in school and working, so I didn’t have time. I only recently decided I was ready. I had a couple of dates, but they all sucked,” she admits. “How come you never decided to give someone a chance?”

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