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The woman was a problem. Thank fucking God she was all his.
She snagged his wrist, dragging the hand from her lips down to press against the swell of one tit. “I like when you call me your wife.”
"I like you being my wife." Grady thumbed across her nipple before giving it a teasing roll. "Almost as much as I like watching you take my cock."
Evelyn sucked in a breath, clenching around him. "So you get to talk dirty, but I can't?"
Grady's free hand gripped her hip as he braced his feet against the mattress. "Seems like."
Evelyn moaned as he thrust up into her, meeting her movement. "That seems like a double standard."
"Don't care." He was having a hard time stringing words together. Every bit of his focus went to making sure this lasted more than thirty seconds, and the odds of that happening dropped more with each whimper that came through her lips.
Evelyn's head fell forward as she continued rocking over him, her movements speeding up. "You feel so good."
"I can tell." He thrust again. "You're fucking soaked for me."
Evelyn whimpered, the sound a little desperate and filled with need. "Grady, I—"
"I've got you, Sweetheart." He slid the hand on her hip to where their bodies were joined, settling his thumb against her clit. "Now show me what it looks like when my pretty little wife comes on my cock."
Evelyn’s hands clenched where they gripped his chest, nails digging into his pecs as her movements became more erratic. It took everything he had to maintain what he'd started, timing his thrusts as well as he could as he continued working that tiny bit of flesh for all he was worth, praying he could hold out.
When her thighs jerked against his hips, he let out the breath he’d been holding, balls immediately pulling tight. Her pussy fisted, gripping him as she bucked against him, her cries filling his empty house the same way she'd filled his empty life.
Perfectly. Suddenly. Completely.
“Holy shit.” Evelyn's spine curved as she fell forward, collapsing against his chest, fingers still twisted in what remained of the hair there. A few of them now belonged to her, and he was more than happy to make the sacrifice.
He'd make it again later if she let him.
"That was—" She panted out a breath.
So he finished for her. "Fucking amazing."
Evelyn's head rocked so her grinning face came into view. "I was going to say mediocre, but I guess amazing works too.
Grady gave her ass a little slap. "Mediocre?" He reached between them, slicking his fingers through the wetness that belonged only to her. "That doesn't feel like mediocre to me, wife."
Evelyn laughed, the sound a little husky as she eased her body from his and rolled off to her side. "Fine. I guess I can give you amazing."
Grady rolled to face her, propping one hand against the side of his head. "You don't sound convinced. I might have to give it another go. See if I can get you to level me up."
Evelyn laughed, the sound light and sweet. "You might have to wait until tomorrow." She gingerly reached to touch her inner thighs. "Between you and Lula Bell, my parts might need a break."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EVELYN
"WHAT IN THE world are you doing?" Evelyn padded across the living room, wiping the sleep from her eyes as Grady banged around the kitchen.
"Making breakfast." He grabbed a coffee cup from one of the open shelves above the sink and poured it full before adding a splash of her favorite creamer and passing it off. He held up the carton with a grin. "I stole this from your fridge, so hopefully Gram-Gram's not too pissed when she wakes up and discovers it's gone." He watched as she took the first sip. "Good?"
Evelyn closed her eyes, breathing in the delicious scent of vanilla and roasted beans. "It's perfect." She slipped onto one of the swiveling stools lining the large island and relaxed against the cushioned back. "What else did you steal from my fridge?"
"There wasn't much else to steal, Sweetheart." He went to work cracking eggs into a bowl. "I don't know if anyone's ever told you this, but you're a shitty grocery shopper."
Evelyn scoffed, feigning offense. "How much did you want me to buy? I’m only one person and I don't know how to cook." She took another sip of coffee, unable to miss how much better it was than what she brewed up herself. "Why does your coffee taste so much better than mine?"
