Page 60 of The Devious Husband

I tighten my grip on her before laying her down on the perfectly white sandy beach. “You’re so cute when you lie,” I whisper, loving the way her eyes spark angrily. “We both know you can’t resist my cock.”

She narrows her eyes at me and wraps her arms around me. “Shut up,” she snaps, pulling me closer.

“Make me,” I challenge, and she tries her best to fight a smile as she threads her hand into my hair and kisses me. I’ll never get enough of her, not in a million years. My beautiful wife moans when I slip my hand underneath her dress, and she tugs at my shirt, our movements urgent, unrestraint.

“Fuck,” I groan when I realize she isn’t wearing panties, and she smiles at me shyly as she unzips my pants. Her hand wraps around my cock just as I coat my fingers in her wetness, and I watch her, enraptured as he head falls back the moment my fingers brush over her clit. I’m so fucking in love with her, and while I don’t think it’s possible to fall any deeper, I know she’ll somehow make it happen by the time our week here is over.

Fifty-Two

Sierra

I smile happily as I stare at my computer screen, my mind elsewhere. I haven’t been able to focus on anything at all since Xavier and I got back from our honeymoon, my mind constantly replaying the way we were all over each other on the beach, in the jacuzzi, the sauna, and pretty much every flat surface we could find. We spent our nights lying on the beach and watching the stars, trying our best to find constellations when truthfully, neither of us knew what we were looking for. We talked about anything and everything, and it truly was all I’d hoped for and more. I’ve never felt more loved, never felt more certain that Xavier is the one for me.

My heart skips a beat when my phone lights up with an incoming call from my husband, and I smile as I pick up. “Hi, Xave.”

“Hi, Kitten,” he says, sighing. “I have a question for you.”

“Tell me.”

“How would you feel about me retiring? It’s just… I’ve finally found my real passion in life, and I just don’t think I should be in real estate anymore.”

I raise a brow. “And what, pray tell, is your real passion in life?”

He sighs again, dramatically. “Figuring out how long I can keep you on the edge with my tongue, and how many times I can make you come once I’ve decided to stop torturing you.”

“Xavier!” I whisper-shout, even though my office is empty.

My husband laughs in that sexy way that makes my heart race, and I blush fiercely. “God, what I wouldn’t do to see the look on your face right now,” he murmurs. “I should’ve just come see you.”

“You have an important meeting in ten minutes, and your mom is picking me up from my office in fifteen. I can’t believe you’d call me just to tease me when you knew I’d be out with your mother all afternoon! Now I’m going to be all…”

“All turned on? Thinking of me every second of the day, until you get home, where I’ll spread you out on your favorite chair in your library?”

“God, I hate you,” I groan, squeezing my thighs.

He chuckles, and the sound makes my heart skip a beat. I’ve always read about love in books, but never in a million years did I think the real thing would be even better. I was so certain that the books I read were idealized versions of reality, mere fragments of real life, but I was wrong. Life with Xavier is better than any romance novel I’ve ever read, and not even my favorite fictional book boyfriends can compete.

“Did you know? There’s a thin line between love and hate. I think you’re mistaking which side you’re on.”

“Oh, what I wouldn’t do to shut up that smart mouth of yours.”

“If it involves you sitting on my face, I’m all for it.”

“If you don’t stop teasing me right now, I’m going to suffocate you. Death by pussy is what I’ll put on your tombstone, don’t even try me.”

He bursts out laughing, the sound warming my heart. “God, I love you so fucking much,” he tells me, and I melt, right there and then. The words never cease to affect me.

“I love you more,” I tell him, my voice softer now. “I miss you,” I admit. “I know I saw you this morning, but?—”

“— I miss you too. Spending a week together got me hooked on you even more than I already was, baby. I’m having withdrawal symptoms for sure.”

“Really? Tell me about the symptoms, because I think I might be suffering from the same thing.”

He laughs. “It involves endlessly thinking of your spouse, daydreaming about the memories you made, counting down the seconds until you see them again, thinking of any excuse to call or text them, and wondering if your spouse would be willing to cancel their planned shopping spree with your mom.”

I giggle, I can’t help it. “I tick most of those boxes, but not the last one. You see, my husband gave me a credit card that supposedly doesn’t have a limit, and I have every intention of checking if it’s true.”

“Hmm, I do love the sound of that. Go spoil yourself, Kitten. I’ll be at home, waiting for you. In bed. Naked.”

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