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His lips brush mine softly—so softly it almost hurts.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.
“I’m trying,” he says, voice barely there. “To treat you the way you deserve. A good man walks you to your door.” He kisses me again, deeper. “He doesn’t come inside and strip that little dress off you.” Another kiss, histongue coaxing mine. “He definitely doesn’t fuck you against the wall in nothing but your high heels.”
I start to squirm. I’m not sure if he meant to get me worked up, but he got me there anyway. I’m seconds away from dragging him inside the pool house and making him keep good on everything he just said. My thighs press together, a needy desire coursing through me.
“Gavin,” I sigh, and it comes out a desperate plea.
“I know, baby,” he says, cradling my face.
Baby.
I’m absolutely useless now, a melted puddle on the floor.
He kisses me again, slower, unhurried—like he’s savoring me. When he breaks the embrace, he takes a measured step back, an attempt to not touch me again.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” I echo.
CHAPTER 27
Gavin
MIND-BLOWING BLOWJOB
Scottie is killing me.
She stepped out of the pool house this morning in the tiniest denim shorts and some sort of crochet top that looked more like a bra than a shirt. Her breasts are spilling out, her fair skin is glowing under the morning sun, begging to be touched, to be caressed, and I’m trying my best not to drool all over her.
I’m not sure how I’m expected to drive two straight hours sporting a boner, because my wife is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
And she’s wearing her ring. It’s the first time she’s worn it since our wedding, and I can’t deny the swell of pride in my chest seeing Scottie wear it.
“You’re being quiet. Everything okay?”
I can tell by her tone and the smirk on her face that she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she also knows I’m far from fine.
“I’m good,” I grit, hands white-knuckling the steering wheelas I take the exit.
“Really? Because you look like you’re upset about something.”
“Nope. All good here.”
She giggles, not buying it one bit.
This woman.
I’m fucking obsessed with her.
She leans forward in her seat, adjusting her top, tossing back her long red hair, and releasing a sexy little sigh that goes straight to my cock.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice out of breath.
She shrugs, hitting me with that doe-eyed stare that makes her look equal parts innocent and seductress. “Retying my halter top. It’s a little loose.”
“Oh yeah?” I swipe at the bead of sweat on my forehead. “Maybe I can help you fix it?”
