Page 91 of The Marriage Agreement (Agreement)

“No one will walk through that door because it’s locked, and I told Kevin not to disturb me,” I reply.

She pulls out of my arms quickly. “Even worse, now he thinks we’re getting our freak on in here.” she gives me a stern look.

“I pay him not to think about what I do in here,” I smirk, but my wife just frowns at me.

“Please, tell me you’re not about to have sex with me on the desk after you’ve fucked different women,” talk about icy cold water douse moment.Fuck!

“Let’s go home,” I say, grabbing her arm and her heavy backpack. I open the door, and Kevin gets up immediately when he sees us. I place her backpack on my shoulder and hold her hand. “Replace all the furniture in my office,” I say to Kevin.

“Got it,” he answers with a straight face, as though I’ve made this request before. I pull Dele with me, and we head home. Our ride in the elevator is quiet. The need is back, and we’re both holding it in. I text Martin to have the car ready for us.

“I’ll drive behind you,” she says.

“No, Martin will come back for your car,” I respond. She nods, knowing better than to argue with me. We get out of the elevator, and Martin is waiting. I’m bursting with anticipation. Our ride home is also quiet, with Martin checking on us in the mirror. Dele and I continue to steal glances at each other, the sexual tension between us intensifying. Our bodies are exclaiming an unspeakable urge to devour each other, but we remain quiet, the build-up creating an almost unbearable longing as Martin weaves through traffic.

As soon as he pulls up, we both race out of the car and into the elevator. Our unit door can’t open fast enough. I pull her into a kiss the moment we close it. Our hands are all over each other, pulling clothes out of tucked places, shoes getting kicked off.

“Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Blythe,” Paula says behind us.

Dele breaks the kiss and hides her face in my chest. “Get out!” I yell at Paula, who grabs her bag and scurries toward the door.

“Food is in the oven,” she says, avoiding our eyes, as Dele laughs.

Soon as the door closes behind Paula, I lift Dele up in a fireman’s hold, smack her ass, and she laughs. I carry her to the bed in the main room and drop her on it.

She laughs and tries to run. I pull her legs back and land on her, taking over her mouth.

“I’ve missed you,” I say, kissing her neck as she struggles to unbutton my pants.

“I missed you too,” she says, finally pushing my pants down and, kicking them away. I try to unbutton her blouse, but the buttons are too many, so I rip the shirt. “No, you didn’t!” she laughs.

“Yes, I did,” I respond, unfastening her bra, and her breast spills out. I take one of her nipples in my mouth. “God, I’ve been starved for ten months,” I say between sucking on each nipple and squeezing her breast.

“It’s not even a month, Luke,” she says, laughing. My hands make their way to unzip her pants, and my finger traces the line of her wetness. I smirk at her.

“Maybe it’s two months too long,” she teases.

I pull her pants and underwear down and kiss her thigh, slowly working my way toward her center. As soon as my tongue finds it, she lets out a moan that fills my head. I feast on her like a starved man, because that’s exactly what I am. She comes multiple times, and I stand up.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes, my love,” she honeyed, the sound sending shivers of delight down my spine, my heart pounding. She spreads herself wide open, inviting me in. I climb on top of her and fill her completely. As always, she wraps her legs around me tight. Our hands interlace, and we both experience the soul-connecting pleasure of our union. I make sweet, slow love to my wife as she cries out my name in ecstasy.

I pull her close after releasing inside of her, holding her tight.

“You do know I’ve only just started, right?” she says.

“I’m quite sure you’ve just started,” she laughs.

Chapter 61

LUKE

I answer Osei’s call. “So, before you go all super alpha batshit crazy husband mode—” I guess no hello today. “—Dele and I are going out tonight. She already said yes.” I sigh. “Plus, I think she needs to get out a bit more, and no, you can’t come.” I’m quiet, trying to figure out how to handle my annoying brother. “Are you there?”

“Why can’t I come?”

“Because you’re too bossy, and Dele needs to relax and have fun like she used to.” As much as I want to disagree with him, the idea of Dele going out doesn’t sound bad.

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