Page 122 of The Wife Situation

“Scared?” I lift a brow.

“Fuck no. I’m ready,” she admits, wrapping my tie around her hand, pulling me toward her. She breathes into my ear, “Do you beg?”

I smirk. “Never.”

“Mmm. German shepherd energy,” she mutters, capturing my lips. “My favorite.”

Lexi removes my tie and finishes taking off my shirt. Her fingers run down my shoulders and she peppers kisses across my skin, climbing onto my lap and straddling me. She rocks against me, her ass tightening as I hold her steady against my chest.

“Worshipable,” I whisper, meeting her gaze. “You drive me insane.”

“You’re just as guilty,” she admits, pushing me back on the bed.

“So beautiful.”

“When you say things like that …”

“I mean it,” I confirm.

My hands slide under her shirt, holding her waist, and she pulls her T-shirt over her head.

She tosses it to the floor before reaching behind her back and unsnapping her bra.

The sun sets in the distance, and the room glows golden as I memorize how her hair and eyes shine. Timeless beauty. This woman quickly stumbled into my life and grabbed my heart before she fell.

Lexi leans forward, unbuckling my belt, watching me.

“You feel so good,” she whispers, grinding harder against me.

The only thing between us right now is our clothes. I groan, licking my lips. She bends down, kissing me, running her fingers through my hair.

“Please tell me you packed condoms,” she whispers.

I sigh. “No.”

She groans, chewing on the edge of her lip. “Why not?”

“Because that would have been presumptuous.”

“It’s called being prepared, Easton. But I guess there are other ways,” she says, kissing down my chest.

Then, she unzips my suit pants, reaching inside my boxers to grab me.

Her breath hitches when her small hand wraps around my girth. “Okay,now,I’m scared.”

I laugh out loud and she smiles, keeping her grip on me, stroking.

“Fuck,” I growl, not wanting to take my gaze from her.

“May I?” She licks her lips and I place my hands behind my head, watching her.

“Mmm. Using manners like agood girl,” I say, and she holds back a grin.

As she pulls my cock out, ready to take me in her hot mouth, a hard knock at the door rings out.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I hiss, frustrated.

It scares the shit out of Lexi, and she looks at me with wide eyes before placing her finger over her mouth. We’re desperate for each other, breathing heavily, needy, and whoever that is needs to go the fuck away.

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