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“More,” she moans.

I finger her faster, licking her clit just the way she likes.

She’s so fucking wet from her arousal, and I can’t wait until she comes and soaks my face.

Her legs quiver around me.

I hold them open, curling my fingers inside her.

“Oh, fuck, Ford. I’m?—”

The orgasm barrels over her before she can finish.

Her nails dig into my scalp as she screams, her chest heaving from her accelerated breaths.

“That’s my good wife,” I whisper against her. “You shatter so beautifully for me.”

Her hand fists the covers as she pants, collapsing against the bed.

I place a kiss against her pussy.

With my eyes on her, I place a trail of kisses over her body until I reach her face.

“I love you,” I whisper, rubbing the head of my cock over her soaked pussy.

Her face softens.

Her eyes brim with love as she echoes my words. “I love you, Ford. So damn much.”

I slide inside her, both of us moaning in unison.

“Goddamn. Your pussy was made for me.”

She wraps her legs and arms around my neck. “Every part of me was made for you.”

I thrust deep inside her, my chest hitching. “It’s about time you admitted it.”

She growls as I laugh, lowering my mouth to hers and kissing her to shut her up.

I love it when she surrenders. Almost as much as I love her fighting me.

33

HARPER

Ford leads me to a table in the back of the restaurant. The delicious aroma of breakfast foods makes my stomach rumble.

He’s certainly worked me out enough to give me a ravenous appetite.

I slide into the booth, a smile curling my lips as I stare at his handsome face.

“How do you make sweatpants look so damn good?” My eyes roam over him as he slides into the booth across from me.

His lips hitch up in that sexy smirk I love. He reaches across the table, grabbing my hands in his. “I think you’re just cock drunk from all the orgasms I gave you.”

A laugh bubbles from my lips. “That could be.” I shoot him a flirtatious smile. “I must confess, I’m a little sore.”

I squirm slightly, aching in the best way.