Page 57 of Falling for the Forward

“What does the ring mean?” I ask her in a strained voice, holding back my orgasm.

“That...I’m your whore. Oh fuck. Carter, I’m coming.”

Her lips part and our eyes meet, my balls slapping against her one last time as I come so hard I’m lightheaded for a second. My whole body goes slack and I lean against her, kissing her shoulder as I catch my breath.

“Wow.” She moves from in front of the sink.

“Hey.” I tip her chin up until our gazes meet. “Are you good?”

She smiles. “Am I good? That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

I feel like a fucking god right now. “Have you ever asked for dirty talk before?”

“No. I’ve never been with anyone who would have done it.”

I might as well just drop to my knees and worship her. She’s my fucking fantasy come to life.

“I’ll get as dirty as you want, but you have to promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much.”

“It won’t be. This is my hottest fantasy.”

I shake my head and kiss her softly. “How did I manage to sleep next to you for two months without doing this?”

She arches a brow. “Just don’t let that happen again.”

I smile. “I don’t have a chance of keeping my hands off you now.”

Raising her left hand to my lips, I kiss the oval solitaire diamond ring I put on her finger when we were married. Dexpicked it out, and now I’m wishing I would have done that myself.

“Have a nice shower.” She grins and kisses my cheek, walking out of the bathroom.

I look in the mirror, turning my face to the side and then to the other side. Who is this guy staring back at me? He’s an uncle who might as well be a dad, and he’s married to a woman who checks every box he’s ever had and then some. This guy has a family, and he’s pretty damn happy about it.

I didn’t plan on having any of this until I was closer to forty. But I wouldn’t change it if I could. I’m damn lucky that the woman I asked to marry me when I hardly knew her turned out to be incredible in every way.

It’s time to drop all the pretenses and shred the contract. This relationship is the real thing, and I know Suki feels it, too.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Suki

Even puttingaway the laundry is better when you’re having lots of great sex. I can’t help smiling as I stack clean, folded pairs of pants in Hallie’s dresser.

I hired an artist to paint a mural on one wall of her bedroom, but we’re still deciding what kind of mural she wants. Her first choice was a mural of Darling with a unicorn horn and a tutu.

Carter was...less than keen on the idea. I told Hallie a mural isn’t something we’ll be changing anytime soon, and it needs to be something she will want in her room for the next few years. She insists she could never tire of anything with Darling on it. We’re at an impasse.

I pick up the toys scattered on her floor and put them in the basket in the corner.

When I get to Charlotte’s room, she’s lying in bed with headphones on, watching something on her iPad. I stack her clean laundry on her dresser for her to put away herself.

Olivia has started doing her own laundry, so I don’t even have to stop by her room. She’s over at a friend’s house for the afternoon.

It’s Sunday, which is becoming my favorite day of the week. I have a beef roast in the slow cooker to make beef enchiladas out of for dinner. Now that the laundry is done, I have about an hour to read.

Picking up little bits of hay from the floor doesn’t even bug me today because I am a thoroughly sexed woman. Orgasms are a daily thing instead of a rarity, like a full moon. I get it all: dirty talk, kisses, poundings and snuggles.

And I’ve learned my lesson on the hay. I got rid of it because it’s too messy. I wanted Darling to have some of the things outdoor pigs have, but he’ll have to settle for just his romps in the mud.

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