Page 124 of What If I See You

To resist the temptation.

Logistically, I can give her anything she desires.

She could live with me and never work a day in her life.

But I also know that wouldn’t make Layken happy.

She has a gift. A talent that reaches farther than just writing romance books. She’s an out-of-the-box thinker when it comes to raising money and helping people. Especially kids.

She needs to go to this interview.

She needs to do this for her.

And as much as it fucking sucks, I respect it.

I respect her.

Because I love her.

“And you know I’m going to fly into Chicago so I can be with you for the game, right? We’ll be apart for one weekend. That’s it.”

“Yeah.” I give her my best smile. “You won’t want to miss us killing the birds.”

She giggles. “I can’t wait.”

“And then you can tell me all about your interview while I’m ten inches deep inside you.”

She starts to laugh, nearly bursting out, but stops when she feels how hard I am underneath her.

“Did you have something to say, wife?”

She nods, still trying to stifle her giggle. “Yeah. I do.”

Good Lord, she’s going to emasculate me.

She likes to tease me. It’s one of the things I love about her. Her unwavering ability to poke fun at me to keep me grounded. She’s fucking good at it.

“Alright, out with it.”

She bends forward, her nipples brushing my chest and I gasp at the sensation and bring my hands to her ass on instinct. She lowers her lips to mine feathering her tongue against them and then whispers, “I think ten inches isn’t quite correct, husband.”

“No?”

Here it comes.

She’s good at teasing me about my cock.

I guess I bring it on myself.

She lifts up and wraps her hand around my cock, squeezing the base the way she knows I like. “It’s at least eleven,” she says, and then lowers herself on top of me, soaking my cock as I push inside of her.

“Fuck, Layken,” I moan at the tightness of her pussy. “So, fucking good.”

Her eyes lock with mine as she moves against me painstakingly slowly, feeling me stretch her, taking me in inch by inch. “I love you, Griffin,” she says, moving her hips backward and forwards with my cock inside her.

I bring my hands to her soft breasts, lifting up to suck a nipple into my mouth. She arches her back and I place a hand there to hold her steady while I circle her sensitive bud with my tongue, flicking, licking, sucking.

Flicking, licking, sucking.

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