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“Erik.”

“Wife. Take off your pants and sit on my fuckin’ face.” His laser-beam stare locks onto my pants like he’s willing them to disintegrate to ash.

“This is silly. We’re in a hospital,” I reason… because logic.

“I know. What’s crazy is you haven’t sat on my face before this. Now get your fine ass up here and let me taste my woman’s pussy. I’m an injured man. Give me somethin’ to live for.” Gunz releases my hand and juts his chin at my clothing.

“You’re ridiculous.” I chuckle awkwardly, far too charmed by him.

“And horny,” he tacks on.

Legs shaking, I stand and slowly unbutton my jeans, my eyes focused on the door, my back to him. What if someone walks in? What if they catch us? In my twenties, I didn’t care who saw us screwing. The more the merrier. It was nothing more than a youthful rite of passage. This is a hospital room after he underwent major surgery. We’re older now. It’s not the same thing.

Gunz clears his throat. “Come on, love. Just a little taste. If you don’t like it, we can stop,” he reassures, and I adore him even more for it.

I think I can do this. I want to try.

Ignoring any reason to chicken out, I unzip my fly and shuffle my tight jeans to the floor as Gunz lays the bed flat with the button on his bed. Now pooling around my ankles, I slip my jeans, shoes, and socks off at the same time. Left standing in my barely there lace thong, I cup my hands over my privates, not caring Gunz can see my bare ass. He’s seen it before. Hell, he’s seen all this before. A long time ago, but still.

Chewing the inside of my cheek, I spin to face him.

With an arm tucked behind his head, he winks at me in the naughtiest fucking way that leaves me squirming. I’ve never done this before. No man has wanted me to ride his face. Not once. I wouldn’t know the first thing to do. Like, how do I keep from suffocating him? Sure, I’m not a big woman, but I’m not small, either.

Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea.

With the crook of his finger, the hottest man I’ve ever met urges me to join him. My feet stay planted where they are. Every now and again, I steal a glance at the door before watching him watch me with interest, with desire. His chest expands between every laden breath. The white blanket tents in his lap, highlighting his arousal as the mid-morning sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I shiver, knowing this turns him on… and if I’m honest… me, too. I’m already wet.

“Love?” He samples his bottom lip, then nibbles it as if he can’t wait to taste me there.

“Y-yes?”

“Take off those panties.” Gunz jerks his chin at said undergarments.

Right.

Panties off.

I can do this.

It’s just a little fabric.

We can stop anytime I want.

I release a pent-up breath.

Hooking my thumbs into the delicate waistband, I gather all the courage I can and do as instructed. Down my thighs, they glide, ever so slowly, until they, too, join the discarded clothes on the floor. Then I’m bare. For him to see. A short, well-kept bush at my sex, shaven underneath. At least he hasn’t asked me to take the rest of my clothes off.

Uncomfortable in my own skin, I rub both arms up and down to stay warm, despite the fact we’re in a temperate room.

“On. My. Face. Wife.” The man taps his mouth with two fingers.

Wife.

Holy hell.

I’m going to be his wife… in twenty-three days.

Kneeling one knee on the mattress, I use his guardrail to help me up. Afraid to look him in the eye, I stare at the tan wall above Gunz’s bed as I carefully maneuver around him until I’m straddling his head. With his help, he guides me where I need to go. His nose nuzzles my folds as he inhales deeply and emits a heady groan.

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