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That has me smiling.

Elijah feels my gaze on him and looks down into my eyes. “You’re staring at me again.”

“Just thinking.”

“About what, my sweet wife?” He grins.

My mouth opens, ready to tell him that I’m thinking yet again of what it would be like if this was real. If we could both come home from work every night to each other. From our time together so far, I know I would cook him meals, then we would do the dishes together before we settled in for the night. He’d rub my feet since I stand all day while we debriefed our time apart before he’d take out the trash, then we’d brush our teeth together side-by-side.

Afterwards, I’d thank him for being such an amazing and attentive husband by letting him come inside me each night. I’d let him fill me with him until we had miniature versions of us running around the house.

But instead, I squeeze his hand and grin back at him. “How lucky I am to have met you.”

His eyes soften, and he kisses my forehead. “I’m lucky to have met you, too, Alex.”

I press a kiss to his T-shirt-clad chest then rest my head over his heart, trying to enjoy the present with him. And praying that, by some miracle, it doesn’t have to end.

Chapter sixteen

Elijah

“That’s it, my dirty girl, come around my cock. Show me that you belong to me.” Alex’s nails score down my back, and I pump into her relentlessly, the mattress shifting back and forth from the power of my thrusts.

“You feel so good, Elijah!” she cries, clutching me to her. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”

I change my angle and thrust into her deeper, trying to memorize the way she feels, the way she smells of roses. The way her cries sound and how her lips move against mine as I kiss her. I nip at her lips and press my forearms into the mattress on either side of her head, seating myself as deep as I can inside her.

“Fuck, Alex. You feel good, too. I don’t want to stop.”

She throws her head back as I thrust against her G-spot. “Then don’t stop!”

But I don’t think she understands what I meant when I said it. The mid-afternoon sun is already getting lower in the sky, signaling it’s past time for our departure, meaning this is our last time together. But I don’t want it to be.

Alex’s pussy squeezes around me, and my brain snaps me back to the moment, back to me being inside my beautiful “wife.” I need to focus, to brand this moment into me so I never forget it. I slow down my thrusts, and she whines, her perfect green eyes opening in question.

God, she makes a beautiful picture, her freckled cheeks flushed, her ginger hair spread out and tangled from my hands gripping it tightly while I fucked her from behind before this.

“Why did you slow down?”

I grin at her need for me. Instead of answering, I kiss her nose then her cheeks, letting my tongue trace a cluster of freckles on her skin before sealing my mouth over hers. When I pull back from the kiss, I remove my cock before sheathing myself slowly back in. Each time I thrust, I change my pace. Fast, then slow, then slower and faster.

“Elijah,” she purrs, her fingers gripping my waist as she tries to pull me in deeper.

“So impatient, so greedy,” I tease, moving my hips in a slow circle.

In answer, she slides her hands lower to grip my ass. “I know this is our last time, Elijah,” she says breathlessly, “but please, baby. I need you to fuck me hard. Make me feel you. Come so deep inside me you’ll drip out of my pussy for days.”

My cock pulses, and I stare deeply into her eyes. Her words may have said one thing, but I know what she meant. She wants to feel me for as long as possible so that after we’re gone from here, from this place, she has a reminder of me.

I bring my lips down to hers, my tongue licking into her mouth as she removes her hands from my body. She slides her arms up the bed and gets me to take her hands in mine. My forearms are now pressing hers into the mattress with our hands linked.

Pulling back from the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers as our gazes lock. My thrusts get stronger, and the mattress shifts from the force of me. I don’t know when the atmosphere changes, but as I look into her eyes, her short breaths puffing against my cheek, I know that I’m leaving here a changed man.

“Elijah,” she says huskily as I hit her G-spot again and again. “I’m going to come.”

“Then come, my dirty girl. Take what’s yours.”

She bites her lip and nods her head. A single thrust of my hips draws another release from her sensitive and overused body, one I’ve made sure to play with since the moment we woke up this morning.

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