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Marin meets my gaze and drops her voice a touch. “But honestly? Watching Gage love you the way he does with no notes, no edits, no suggestions to tone yourself down?” She presses her palm to her heart dramatically. “It gives a girl hope.” Everyone laughs, but I see the flash of truth in her eyes before she covers it with a sip of champagne.
She raises her glass. “To Amelia. And to being loved exactly as we are.”
I hold Marin’s gaze while we all raise our glasses with her. This is the woman who terrifiedmethe second we started working together. She’s also the woman who refused to leave my life the second we stopped working together. She may be wildly different to me, confuse me, and send me far too many text messages, but I can’t imagine her not being in my life now.
This afternoon with the ceremonial mist, the ‘next feminine era’ manifesting, the bridal wisdom, the marriage advice, the honeymoon sex survival discussion—it’s all swirling around me like a spell I didn’t know I needed.
I keep my glass raised and look around the room at everyone. “To finding our ride-or-die girls who love us with no notes. And to every next feminine era we walk into. Together.”
CHAPTER 18
GAGE
Dinner is done. The girls are in bed, our families are winding down, and I’m finally walking upstairs to find Amelia. It’s been almost nine hours since I’ve had her to myself and I’ve spent a lot of that time thinking about this moment. About it being just us. Her under me. Around me. Fucking me until she forgets her own name.
My obsession with my wife knows no bounds.
The first thing I see when I step into our bedroom is the mess she’s left behind.
Shoes kicked off mid-walk, abandoned in a trail toward the bathroom. Just like I’ve seen her do countless times. Makeup bags exploded across the bed. Clothes tossed over the armchair. Books stacked haphazardly on the floor.
Amelia’s beautiful disorder is all over this room. Her signature domestic hurricane. We’re opposites when it comes to tidiness, but none of that stops me from standing here, taking it all in, and thinking,fuck, she’s mine.
I begin undoing my shirt buttons as I walk into the bathroom. I hear the filthy audiobook she’s listening to through the ceiling speakers before I see her.
“He pressed her legs wider, watching her drip. ‘Look at this,’ he murmured before dragging his tongue slowly through her pussy. ‘This is how you say I love you.’”
My wife is in our bath. Naked. Listening tothat.
Fuck.
Now I’m hard. Instantly.
I should’ve come up an hour ago. But I gave her digestion time. Like the considerate husband I am. Clearly, my reward is walking in on my wife getting turned on by another man’s voice.
Her leg is draped over the edge of the bath. Her tits are barely covered by the water. Her eyes are closed. And fuck me, she’s got a hand between her legs.
I move to the edge of the tub while thinking about murdering every man she’s ever imagined in her head.
She opens her eyes. Meets my stare. Doesn’t even blink. Because she knows exactly how I get when she listens to these books. And she wants the consequences.
I take off my shirt and sit on the stool I had custom-built for this bathroom, sized to fit my body, ready to give me a perfect view of her falling apart for me in water.
“I gave you time to recover from the carbs,” I say as I watch her slowly bring her hand up out of the water like she’s not fucking killing me. “Nearly two hours of it.”
A sexy smile takes its sweet time covering her face. “So thoughtful of you.”
My self-control stretches thin. Becausefuck, she knows she owns me. Knows I’d crawl just to taste her. And I want to take that smile and kiss it off her face until she’s moaning my name.
“That voice,” I say, nodding toward the speaker as it spills more dirty dialogue into the room. “Does he say it better than me?”
Her lip catches between her teeth. She doesn’t answer. Just watches me while I brush my fingers down the inside of herthigh into the water, promising her with every inch of my body that I’m going to remind her exactly who she belongs to.
The audiobook keeps playing.“Get those fingers in that greedy cunt. Nice and deep. You know how filthy you look like this? Legs spread, pussy begging, dripping for nothing but cock. You don’t even need me to touch you, do you, baby? You’ll come like the desperate little whore you are, just from the sound of my voice. So do it. Make yourself come like you were made for it.”
Fuck me.
Amelia plays these audiobooks through the speakers so I’ll hear them. She knows exactly what another man’s voice in her ear does to me. Because yeah, he might have got her there, but she’s mine, and I’ll be the one to finish it.
