Page 67 of Beyond Oblivion

Trenton shook the water from his hand, wet from swirling the bubble solution in the water. “No shit?”

I kept reading. “She’s coming with Wes. They want to do dinner.”

“Okay?”

“Taylor?” I reminded him.

“Oh. Oh, shit. Well, surely, we can get away for a few hours, or make a group thing out of it. If Falyn’s up to it. Or maybe they’ll want us to watch the kids while they’re out, hell, I dunno.”

“We’ll figure it out.” I shrugged and shot a text back.

Trenton pulled his shirt over his head, his sculpted muscles flexing with the smallest movement. “I’m surprised she’s coming back again so soon. Isn’t that like three times this month?”

“Yeah, I think because she’s pregnant she just wants to be around me and her mom.”

“Makes sense,” he said, sucking air in through his teeth as he lowered his naked body into the steaming, frothy water. “I love it that you’ve been spending so much time together.”

“I know, me too.” I peeled off my clothes and stepped in, sitting to face my husband. He looked a bit silly, sitting there covered in tattoos up to his neck, muscles bulging, surrounded by bubbles.

“What?” he asked.

I blinked, not realizing I was smiling. “Nothing.”

He playfully splashed me. “What’s funny, punk?”

I giggled. “It’s just that most people we pass on the street look at you like you just broke out of prison, and here you are, sitting in a fluffy white cloud.”

He reached over to tickle me, and just as I arched my back and cried out, he pulled me onto his lap.

“Hi,” he said against my lips.

I settled my knees on each side of his hips, cupping his prickly jawline before pressing my lips against his.

A low hum rose up from his throat, vibrating against my mouth, his fingers pressing into my lower back.

I lifted up on my knees, reaching below the surface of the water to guide him inside me while I lowered myself onto his lap.

His head fell back against the rim of the tub, his eyes closed. “You know what the best thing about marriage is?” he asked.

I circled my hips slowly, careful not to slosh the water out onto the floor.

“What?” I grinned, watching his expression switch from relaxed, to euphoric, to relaxed again each time I moved.

“When you’re single, hell, even when you’re dating, it’s just not the same.”

“Sex, you mean?”

He sighed, his fingers digging into me a bit more. “Yeah. The confidence I have knowing you want my touch, that I know how to make you feel good, that you know exactly how to touch me, what I like, and how to make me come. Even how to tease me. You know when I want you. You know when I need you. There’s no awkwardness. No walk of shame. I don’t have to wonder if I can ask where you’re going, who you’re with. Why do people think the dependability and routine are something to avoid?”

“Are some of your clients giving you shit over getting married too early again?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

His eyes popped open and he righted his head, scanning my body with sleepy eyes. Open-palmed, he grazed his fingers over my torso, from the base of my neck, the subtle curve of my breast, my middle, then gripped my hip again. “Mmmm,” he said, subtly rocking his pelvis toward me. “And yet they’re not the ones who have a stunningly beautiful, naked woman stroking their dicks with their warm, tight pussy in a hot bubble bath tonight, are they?”

“I’d say you’ve got the better deal.”

He pulled me down for another kiss, then held me just inches away by my neck, meeting my gaze. “I love being your husband. If I had to do it all over again, I’d just marry you sooner.”

“We should wash really quick and move this to the bed. I’m getting hot.”

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