Page 106 of Their Greatest Strength

“You’re wrong. There isn’t a limit set on how many people you can love,” I correct softly.

Her eyes soften. “We’ll see.”

“Is this you agreeing?”

She gingerly covers my hands with hers and holds them in place. It’s a simple gesture. Something that could even be construed as friendly if coming from anyone but my wife.

From Blakely, it’s acceptance.

“I have feelings for you too, Jamie. You’ve done more for me than anyone ever has because of the kind person that you are. Your heart is so big and accepting, and Nate and I are lucky to have you in our lives. Regardless of what comes next, I want you to know that you’re appreciated and deserve a lifetime of good things.”

I swallow. “If you’re only agreeing because you want to pay me back, I won’t accept it.”

The firm press of her lips on mine is her answer to that.

I take the offering in stride and lower my hand from her neck to unbuckle her seat belt. She twists in her seat immediately, keeping our mouths parting on kisses that grow more frantic by the second. I help guide her out of her seat and over the wide console, both of us too busy staring at one another to pay attention to the things clattering to the floor.

It’s a really fucking tight fit, but once she collapses on my lap, I’m delving both hands into her hair and hauling her against me. She digs her fingers into my shoulders, leaning over me with her knees on the seat.

“Is this what you meant by having fun with you?” she asks, abandoning my mouth to plant kisses along my neck.

I tip my head back to give her space and tighten my hold on her hair. The blood pooling in my groin has me hard and throbbing, half-wild at the thought of her dropping to my lap and feeling me between her legs.

“It’s one of the benefits,” I grit out when she sucks hard on the skin beneath my jaw.

“How do I find another?”

I shift and grab both of her round hips, enjoying the softness beneath my palms. She retreats from my neck and blinks down at me, waiting.

All it takes is one quick jerk of her hips and she’s losing her balance, her ass hitting my thighs. A gasp fills the cab, but it’sgone as quickly as it came. With my hold steady on her hips, I rock her forward.

The breathy moan that escapes her is nearly too much.

“You said your dick isn’t the gift you had for me.”

I tip the corner of my mouth in a lazy smile. “It isn’t. You can have my cock anytime you want, wife. Not just in the car.”

“You’re such an ass.”

“Is that why you’re grinding down on me?” I rasp, staring at where she’s rocking forward all on her own.

The press of her against my shaft is a tease more than anything else. It’s too small in the SUV for anything more than that.

She hums, scraping a hand through my hair. “I’m just trying to make a guess at something.”

“What’s that?”

I’m not ready for the hand she drops to grip me with. It’s so hot that I can feel the heat through my shorts. The widening of her eyes doesn’t help calm me.

“Fuck, baby. What are you doing?” I grunt, shoving a hand up beneath her shirt to grab at her bare waist.

She watches me innocently while starting to drag her hand up and down my length. “I’m trying to see how big you are.”

Her fingers curl along the edges of my cock, taking as much of a hold of it as she can through my shorts. I toss my head back and squeeze my eyes shut, thrusting into her hold as lightly as possible.

“You could have just asked,” I groan, pleasure spiking up my spine.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

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