Page 143 of The Wife Situation

I open the door and lead my woman upstairs. When we walk into our room, I lock the door. After I quickly peel off her shirt, I kiss her shoulder. “Shower with me.”

“I’d love to,” she whispers, looking down at my hands. Her fingers brush across my bruised knuckles. “I can’t believe you exist.”

“Every time I look at you, I think the same.”

I lead her into the bathroom that’s inside our room and finish undressing her. My fingers memorize her naked body as I help her step into the shower. I join her, allowing her to stand under the warm stream as I grab the soap and take my time washing every beautiful inch of her.

“Easton,” she softly says, eyes closed as I massage the shampoo into her scalp. “What happens if I fall in love?”

A ghost of a smile plays on my lips. “With whom?”

“Withyou,” she whispers, playfully pursing her lips.

I dip her head back under the water, washing the soap from her scalp. “Tell me when it happens, and we’ll go from there.”

“You saidwhen.”

A smirk touches my lips. “I did. I’m waiting for you.”

Birthday countdown: 31 days

Since meeting her: 15 days

Company takeover: 38 days

Iwake to my cock in Lexi’s hot mouth and warm hand.

“I’m dreaming,” I whisper, hard and horny, as I lift the sheet, meeting her green eyes.

Starting at the bottom of my balls, she licks up my shaft before twirling her tongue across the tip, licking away the pre-cum. “You started it.”

I laugh. “No, I didn’t.”

“You did. You pressed your cock into my ass and woke me up.” She wraps her hand around me, stroking while her mouth sucks me.

“Fuck,” I whisper with a grunt.

The early sunrise barely lights the room, but it’s enough. Lexi is relentless, increasing her pace before slowing. My balls tighten and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold back as she continues to work me so damn good. I throw the blankets off of us as she tries to take me all the way down her throat. Her fingers dig into my thighs and my muscles tense.

“Lexi,” I say.

“Please,” she begs, tracing her lips with my cock, and, fuck, it’s a sight to see. “I want to taste you.”

I grab the sheets with my fists as I empty inside her mouth. She drinks me down, swallowing every drop, then swirls her finger on the tip, not wasting any of me.

“I think I’m addicted too.”

I grin, pulling her up to me and allowing her to rest on my chest. “My turn.”

“You know you’re the only man who’s ever done that?”

I lick my lips. “I love knowing I’ll be the last too.”

“Too cocky,” she says.

I grab her wrist, gently tugging her toward me so I can kiss her lips.

“Deny it,” I dare her. “You and I both know the avalanche can’t be stopped, Lexi. Enjoy yourself.”

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