Page 160 of The Oscar Escape
And speaking of his wife, she was currently writhing beneath him.
“Just like that,” she whispered between kisses.
Her breathy words cut through the cacophony of creaks and whines. The metal headboard pounded against the wall as he pounded his wife. He changed the angle of penetration and reveled in her dirty gasps and lusty moans. There was no way he’d last much longer.
“Aria, you’re mine,” he growled. Demanding and possessive, his words hovered in the sex-fueled air.
“Always.” She arched her back and clenched her core.
Unable to look away, he watched her fly over the edge.
“Oscar!” she cried, calling out his name.
And he fucking loved it.
He pumped his hips once, then twice, before his mind emptied, and only Aria existed. He collided with his release, roaring with carnal triumph. Waves of ecstasy crashed around them. The air thrummed with crackling energy. Every sensation amplified until, like the receding tide, the frenzied chaos of their release ebbed, and they returned to their bodies.
She let go of the metal spindles and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That was—”
Knock, knock, knock!
“Are you guys jumping on the bed in there?” Tula Cress called.
Knock, knock, knock!
“We’re supposed to make s’mores on the beach, but the judge said we needed to get you guys before we could open the chocolate bars,” Ivy called.
Oscar stared at his wife.
If there was one way to clear the sex haze, it was the threat of two kids walking in on them.
She chewed her lip. “You should probably remove your normal penis thing from my naughty-down-there parts.”
“Good call.”
The doorknob rattled.
Panic tore through him. “One second, girls. Do not open the door.”
He and Aria scrambled to their feet.
“Is that because you’re being bad on the bed?” Ivy bellowed.
“What?” Aria called, pulling a few tissues from her pocket to take care of the naughty-down-there cleanup.
He wiggled into his boxers and jeans like a drunk giraffe. “No, there’s nothing bad happening on the bed. Nothing at all.” He scooped up the remnants of Aria’s underwear and shoved the scraps into his pocket. “Totally normal behavior. No funny business,” he added, waiting for Ivy or Tula to lob another question, but he didn’t hear a thing.
“Are they gone?” Aria asked and smoothed her hair.
He finished up with his pants situation and slipped on his shoes. “They must be.”
Knock, knock, knock!
“Oh no!” Aria whispered.
“It’s just us,” Sebastian called. “Me and Pheebs. We sent the girls to the beach.”
“Thank God! Give us a second,” Aria said, twisting her hair into a bun.
