Page 63 of Tangled Vows

“So,” she began, her voice trembling, “you really didn’t sleep with her?”

“No.”

“And you haven’t been with anyone else since we met?” I shook my head.

“I’ve never been with anyone without protection before either. You’re the first.”

“I-I haven’t been with anyone in a while and never without a condom,” she said.

“So, we’re both clean, and you’re on birth control,” I reiterated, and she nodded. “And we’re married, so there’s really no reason to keep using condoms.” I dragged my hand higher up her leg, slowly lifting her skirt as I spoke.

“None,” she breathed out in agreement, shivering as the material bunched around her waist.

“So, tell me, wife, can I fuck this sweet pussy with no barriers between us?”

“Yes,” she moaned as I slid a finger over her wetness.

“Can I come inside you, or would you rather swallow me down with that pretty mouth?” I asked, rubbing my thumb across her puffy bottom lip.

“Inside me,” she panted, her hips surging forward as my fingers teased her entrance. I pulled them away, and she whimpered, but I was about to give her something better.

I hooked my hands around the backs of her thighs and lifted her onto the desk. Gripping my erection, I rubbed the head over her slit. She writhed beneath me and wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me forward, but I took my time sinking into her, watching as my cock disappeared into her tight channel. I groaned once I was buried to the hilt. She was so hot and tight, I had to take a moment to calm myself so I wouldn’t blow my load within the first few minutes.

Finally, I began to move, and it was every bit as euphoric as the first time. I thrust in and out of her slowly, drawing out her pleasure. My thumb found her clit and rubbed slow circles over it. I was transfixed by the sight of my bare cock disappearing inside her, my dick glistening with her arousal every time I pulled out and plunged back in. Her muscles tightened, and her moans grew louder, alerting me to her impending release.

She covered her mouth as the orgasm ripped through her. The muffled sound and the contractions of her muscles squeezing me like a vice sent me over the edge. I came with agroan, emptying inside her. Spent, I collapsed on top of her, and my lips found hers. I kissed her long and hard, pouring every ounce of emotion into it. I was so gone for her. There was no denying it anymore. I was in love with my wife.

Once I caught my breath, I lifted off her and stared down at the gorgeous woman spread out before me. Her chest heaved, her hair was mussed, and her skin was flushed a pretty shade of pink. My eyes dropped lower, and she tried to squeeze her legs together. With a hand on each thigh, I coaxed her legs apart. She was waxed so I saw everything. I watched, entranced as my cum dripped out of her body. Without thinking, I reached out and captured some with my finger, pushing it back inside her. She gasped and lifted her head off the desk.

“What are you doing?”

“I like seeing you full of my cum,” I confessed, and her eyes flared with heat. Damn, she must’ve liked it too. I leaned down to kiss her again, but the sound of a phone ringing halted me in my tracks. I released a low curse when I realized it was mine. Weiss’s name flashed across my screen, and I noticed the time. I was late for practice. And there was no time to shower. I would just have to practice smelling like sex and my wife’s sweet perfume.

45

SHAYLA

“If you don’t stop kissing me, we’re going to be late,” I warned as I poked a dangly earring through my lobe. The Wraiths’ organization was hosting their annual holiday charity event tonight. We were supposed to meet up with some of the guys and their dates so we could sit together for dinner, but Easton didn’t seem to care that we needed to leave in the next five minutes. His hands roved over my body, unhurried and unbothered by our lack of time.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Easton asked, his lips skimming over the bare skin where my neck met my shoulder. I shivered as he trailed kisses up to my ear.

“Easton,” I playfully chastised, stepping out of his grasp and turning to place my hands on his chest.

My husband was insatiable. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off me ever since our first time together two weeks ago. When he wasn't traveling for a game, we were humping like rabbits. I thought he would’ve lost interest by now, or at least slowed down, but he wanted inside me at least once a day, sometimes twice. And I reveled in his touch, in his attention. He made me feel beautiful, like a queen who deserved to beworshipped. And it was forcing me to do something I swore would never happen.

I was falling for him.

A little at a time, he was winning me over. And I was helpless to stop it. My heart didn’t care that this was only temporary. It didn’t matter that the passion between us was born out of attraction and opportunity, not love and affection. I had no illusions about what this was. Besides, he wasn’t a one woman type of man. He would get bored eventually, and when the time came for us to part ways, he would move on to his next conquest, and someone else would get the pieces of him I wanted to keep forever.

And that was okay. That was what I’d signed up for. It was worth getting my heart broken if it meant I got to keep my mother.

“Hey,” Easton said, gently tilting my face toward his. “What’s wrong?” He searched my gaze, his brow knitted with worry.

“Nothing,” I lied. “I just don’t want to be late.” He eyed me doubtfully, but didn’t question me further. He released me, and I finished donning my jewelry while he slipped on his suit jacket. We were dressed to the nines. He looked sharp in his navy blue Tom Ford suit. The corseted bodice of my emerald gown hugged my waist and flared slightly at the hips, accentuating my curves. The scoop neckline showed off my cleavage in a way that was just short of being indecent. I felt good in it, sexy even. And the way Easton’s gaze tracked me from across the room as I slipped on my shoes made me feel more desirable than any man ever had before. He swallowed hard as I approached, his throat bobbing before his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“Are you sure we really need to go to this thing?” he asked, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me closer.

“The entire team is going to be there,” I replied with a giggle as he buried his face in my neck. He took a deep inhale and groaned.

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