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“It sure looked amazing. Why don’t you turn over onto your hands and knees now? We can try out a new position.”

Her eyes widened, but her body tensed up in new excitement at the gentle instructions. She did as he suggested, feeling self-conscious for only a minute before he rose onto his knees and positioned himself behind her.

She watched over her shoulder as he took his erection in one hand and used the other to spread her cheeks enough to find her entrance. He went in easy because she was wet and pliant from her earlier releases.

She gasped around the tight, full feeling as he rolled his hips and groaned.

Gently he stroked her loose hair, gradually pulling all of it into his hand and holding it as he began to pump.

He rocked his pelvis against her bottom in a fast, steady rhythm. She pushed back against his thrusts until her breasts and the soft flesh on her thighs were jiggling.

“Oh fuck, you feel perfect. Hot and tight and perfect.” His expression was getting tenser. His eyes hotter and hungrier. He was staring down at his erection moving in and out of her.

She made a whimpering sound and lowered her upper body so she could cover her mouth with one of her forearms.

He let out a long groan at the change in position. He was still holding on to a fistful of her hair.

“Fuck, you’re getting tighter. You’re gripping me so good. I think you need another orgasm.”

“Uh… huh,” she choked out, still stifling the helpless sounds she was making against her forearm.

He was really taking her hard now, shaking the whole bed with his urgent motion. “It’s going to feel so good. Don’t hold back. Let yourself feel it.”

His words pushed her into climax unexpectedly. She moaned and slobbered against her arm as her body convulsed with waves of deep pleasure.

He started to grunt as he pushed against her contractions. She managed to look back at him again as his motion intensified. He rolled his hips and let his head fall back as he fell out of rhythm with an uninhibited exclamation of release.

She felt him coming inside her. Then they both held their positions for a minute as they gasped and jerked occasionally. He finally let go of her hair, stroking her back and bottom as he carefully pulled out.

She fell over onto her side, and he collapsed next to her. They smiled at each other as they caught their breath.

Eve was absolutely certain she’d never had better sex in her life.

And Jude was her husband, so somehow that made it even better.

Jude got up after a few minutes, his big body visibly relaxed and his face flushed beneath his beard. He grabbed a pair of underwear from the drawer he’d dumped his stuff into and disappeared into the bathroom.

While he was in there, Eve reached down to grab her bathrobe and pulled it back on. She wasn’t quite ready to get up yet. She was still enjoying the postsex satiation, but she didn’t want to keep lying on the bed completely naked.

Jude came out after not too long, wearing gray boxer briefs. He slanted her an amused look as he found a pair of khakis in his drawer and pulled them on.

Eve liked watching him get dressed—it felt intimate in a completely different way than sex—but she didn’t want to stare too obviously. So she asked lightly, “So you’ve really never been to Paris before?”

“No.” He pulled the trousers up over his underwear and buttoned them. “Never.”

“Didn’t you go on trips with your parents as a kid?”

“Sure I did. We went at least twice a year on vacations. But my folks had already been to all the standard vacation spots, so we went to other places. Thailand. Brazil. Morocco. Fiji.” He shook his head as he rifled through his clothes until he found a white undershirt. He continued as he pulled it on over his head. “I have been to London but not Paris or Rome. I haven’t seen the Pyramids or the Grand Canyon. I haven’t… done a lot of things.”

His voice broke just slightly on the last couple of words, and it made Eve’s heart clench hard. She purposefully brushed the wave of sympathy away. Jude very clearly didn’t want to talk about his impending death. He’d been intentionally acting as though everything was normal, and she could completely understand why that was.

It would be hard for him to really enjoy himself these final months if he was always brooding over having to die soon. So she wasn’t going to bring it up or lower their mood, and she was going to do her best to ignore stray moments of grief or upset.

She smiled as she replied casually, “Well, we’ll get Paris and Rome done on this trip. And I’m sure we’ll have time for Egypt and the Grand Canyon fairly soon. And even more places if there’s more you want to see. I’m okay with making all the stops at once if you’d rather.”

“I thought about that, but I really need some dedicated time to work, so I’d rather divide up the trips.” He found a light button-up shirt in his drawer—the kind he almost always wore and left untucked—pulled it on, and started to button it. “But if you get tired of traveling, you don’t have to go with me on all of them.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Of course I’m going with you.”

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