“Do you think she enjoyed the show?”
I gawk at him when he raises back up. “You knew?”
“Of course, I knew. No one sees me fuck my wife without me knowing about it.”
“Why didn’t you stop?”
He runs a hand through my hair, fisting the strands and bringing my eyes to his.
“Maybe I want the world to know I’m yours as much as you’re mine.”
God, there’s no way this man is real.
“You’re bad,” I tell him, though I can’t fight my smile.
He lowers his lips back to mine, his response coming out as a whisper against my lips.
“You’re perfect.”
MILA
Where are we going?”
“Keep your eyes closed.” I stumble, giggling as I try to find my footing.
“You’ve got your hand over them.”
“Well, then, don’t even try. If you peek, I’ll spank your ass.”
“Maybe I want to peek now.”
As punishment, his hand swats my denim-clad ass, and I yelp at the sting.
“Still think so, sweetheart?” he rasps, and heat floods through me, a shiver ghosting down my spine.
He chuckles darkly when I don’t answer, drawing a shallow breath through my lips.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Are we almost there yet?”
With my eyesight stolen, I’m acutely aware of every inch of him that presses against me as he leads me down a path into the trees. Heat slips through me, warming my blood, and Christian chuckles darkly from behind me, sensing the shift.
It’s been two weeks since Founder’s Day and two weeks of living a constant battle of wanting him or wanting sleep.
When we’re awake, he’s inside me. We shower together. Eat together. He holds me while we sleep.
I never thought it would be possible to crave another person this much. If I thought his coming home would lessen this . . . desire for him, I was wrong. It’s only fed the addiction.
I have no idea where we’re going, but I haven’t been to this part of the property yet because the trees are thicker, and it’s further away from the house.
“We’d get there faster if you’d walk.”
“You try walking without your eyes.”
In a rush, I’m lifted into his arms and let out a yelp when my feet leave the ground.
“Keep your eyes closed.”