Page 231 of One Big Little Secret

But in one smooth movement, he relents, throwing me over his shoulder.

I wrap my legs around him, and each step, each strike of friction, sends more pleasure shooting through me. At this rate, I might come again before he’s in me.

“Be glad you married a jealous man. Only reason I didn’t take you back here was the thought of anyone else feasting their eyes on my wife on our honeymoon.”

“The least I deserve on my wedding night, right?”

“No argument.” His lips curl against my skin as he nips my flesh.

Finally, we reach our cabin and the large double bed that’s waiting.

Rose petals cover the sheets in a messy heart shape that’s swiftly broken by Patton tumbling me down across them.

I’m about to complain when he lowers his body over mine and kisses me again.

This is so familiar, but so deliciously new.

I fight his pants off, and he hurries to help, tossing aside the belt, shoving down his bottoms until he’s free, angry and pulsing and pressed against my entrance.

“Can you take it, good girl? Can you take all of your husband’s cock tonight?” he asks sweetly.

And it hits me. He asked a slightly different question the night we met.

I was younger and drunk, but I’d been so sure I could.

Now, I’m unshakeable.

“Fill me,” I whisper, and he smiles.

His blue eyes never leave mine as he slides inside me, one slow inch at a time.

Filling me.

His eyes are electric as he looks down, admiring what he sees, our bodies joined in the most intimate way, just like our new lives.

“I love you so much it’s obscene,” he says, moving his hips.

I dig my nails into his shoulders and meet his thrusts.

As his speed picks up and our breathing quickens, I sink deeper into the zone.

But before I’m gone, I push gently against him, urging him on.

Soon, we’re twisted around so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I’m perched on his lap.

The first time we did this, I had no idea what I was doing.

I let him take me and I loved every second.

But now, I have a lot more experience, and tonight I want to ride Patton Rory to the explosive end.

I stroke his thick hair back and push down on him.

His groan leaves my soul in flames.

“Love you more,” I whisper, bracing my hands on his shoulders. His hands find my hips, guiding me as his eyes meet mine with so much passion. “Do you feel how much I love you?”

“Shit, Salem.” He kisses me again, biting my bottom lip.

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