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“Holy crap.” My walls squeeze him, and my entire core feels like it floods with hot liquid pleasure.

“You think I can make you squirt for me again?” he asks with a throaty chuckle.

“I d-don’t…” I throw my head back, unable to finish the thought as my orgasm crashes over me, making every cell in my body melt into the countertop.

“That’s my girl,” Nathan grunts. He pins my wrists on either side of my head so he can rail into me even harder. Stars pepper my vision, and I can do nothing but lie here and take everything he gives me because I am completely obliterated. Boneless.

And when his hips still, he sinks his teeth into the base of my neck. I whimper his name and gasp for breath, my mind reeling with questions and emotions.

But one thought prevails—I want to be Nathan James’s wife for real.

Forever.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

NATHAN

Iwake the next morning with her warm body curled up against me. I’ve never been a cuddler after sex, but something about the way she’s wrapped around me feels right. Banding my arms around her waist, I drop a soft kiss on her head.

She stirs, murmuring something in her sleep and rubbing her wet pussy against my hip. I bite down on my lip and grunt. My dick’s already hard, and she’s making it ache. I should roll her off me and go make coffee so we can have clear heads when we talk about what last night means for our relationship, but I can’t tear myself away from her.

I rest my lips against her hair, and the scent of her coconut shampoo floods my senses.

“What time is it?” she mumbles.

I glance at the luminous clock on my nightstand. “A little after eight.”

She sits up and rubs her eyes. “I have to get to work.”

“Relax, corazón. It’s Saturday.”

She blinks, still looking adorably sleepy. “Oh, thank the lord. I’m still beat.” She lies back down, her head nestled against my chest.

“Yeah, we stayed up pretty late, Spitfire.”

I hear her swallow. “We sure did.” She lifts her head and stares into my eyes. “Do you want me to go to my own room?”

I frown at her. “Fuck, no. Why the hell would I want you to do that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Last night was incredible, but this is…”

I brush her hair back from her face. “This is what?”

“Waking up like this is intimate and… well, it’s more than sex.”

“I sort of like it though. You?”

A smile spreads across her face, making her green eyes sparkle. “Yeah, I like it too.”

I lick my lips and wonder if what I’m about to suggest is ludicrous, but the reality is that she’s my wife. We live together, and we’re going to have kids together. This isn’t a big deal at all in comparison. “So how about you don’t ever go back to your room?”

Her eyes widen. “You mean like… stay in here? With you?”

“Well, you are my wife. I told you last night that once I fucked you there was no going back. I could definitely get used to waking up with you like this.”

Her brow furrows. “I could get used to it too, but maybe that’s what I’m afraid of.”

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