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Her response comes out in a breathless whisper that sets my blood on fire: “I’m yours, Jack. I’m yours.”

The sound of her admission only fuels my desire, propelling me to push deeper, harder.

The sensation of Marlie’s inner walls clenching around me like a vice is an exquisite torture that threatens to shatter my control.

I lean over her, pressing my chest against the curve of her back as I whisper urgently into her ear: “Don’t fight it baby... let that sweet pussy come for me.”

And then we’re tumbling over the edge together.

I fall back down onto the bed and pull Marlie with me. As the sweat cools on our skin, the world beyond our tangled limbs crashes back in.

“Jack?” Marlie’s voice pulls me from the edge of my thoughts, her hand tracing lazy patterns over my chest.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” she says softly, her head resting against my arm. “For making me feel special.”

“Always,” I assure her, because despite the chaos that surely waits outside our door, in here, I can give her that much. In here, I can pretend that this isn’t just part of the cover, that we’re not in some high-stakes game where danger lurks at every turn.

“Get some sleep, gorgeous,” I tell her, kissing her forehead.

I don’t know how I’ll go back to a world where Marlie isn’t in my bed. But that’s a thought for another day. For now, I hold her close, the guardian of her dreams, standing watch over the night.

Chapter Six

MARLIE

The next morning, I wake up to the coastal Texas sunrise filtering through the curtains. As I shake off the last remnants of sleep, a grin tugs at my lips.

Last night was unbelievable.

The way Jack touched me, moved with me... it was nothing short of incredible. I’ve lost count of the number of times he sent me soaring over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

Next to me, Jack stirs, his eyelids fluttering open as he gives me a sleepy smile. “Good morning, Mrs. Barton.”

His voice is still rough from sleep, and my heart does a little flip at the sound. I can’t help but smile back.“Good morning, Mr. Barton.”

Jack stretches, the movement causing the sheets to slip down and reveal the broad expanse of his chest. Then his arm wraps around me, pulling me closer.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Good. A little sore though.”

His brow furrows in concern. “I knew I shouldn’t have been so rough with you your first time.”

I giggle at his remorseful expression and reassure him, “It’s a good kind of sore. Trust me.”

Jack growls low in his throat and leans down to bite my shoulder. “A good kind of sore, huh?”

“A really good kind,” I tease. I rub my ass against his rapidly stiffening cock and feel it jump against my skin.

Jack groans. “Behave, wife. We’ve got things to do today.”

I flutter my lashes at him innocently. “But what if I don’t want to behave?”

He grins. “Then your husband is going to show you what he likes to do with sassy little mouths like yours.”

Then he leaves the warmth of our sheets and heads towards the bathroom. A few heartbeats later, he emerges, his muscular chest and arms stealing my attention as he pulls on a pair of jeans.

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