Page 161 of The Wife Situation

“I wasprepared,” she whispers.

“Mmm. My bad fucking girl.”

I rub my hand against her thigh, lifting her opposite leg over my shoulder. She willingly gives me access to her beautiful cunt that’s dripping wet for me. Lexi leans against the wall, and I take my time, worshiping her the way she deserves, exactly how she likes.

My greedy fiancée rocks her hips against my mouth, riding the scruff on my chin.

It doesn’t take long before whimpers release from her, and it’s like music to my goddamn ears. I can tell by how she tastes and how her muscles shake with anticipation.

“I’m insatiable for you,” she whispers.

“Enjoy it, darling,” I say, giving her a finger.

Time stops as she teeters on the edge.

“Easton,” she softly cries out, the orgasm bolting through her.

I laugh against her, not stopping until her pussy quits throbbing.

When I pull away, I reposition her dress but stay on one knee. As I look into her eyes, I place my fingers in my mouth. “I fucking love the way you taste.”

She pulls me up toward her and our lips crush together.

“Can we get married tomorrow?” she asks. “Just me and you. Our moment. No one else’s.”

“Are you serious?” I search her face, needing and wanting confirmation.

She nods. “Yes.”

I smile against her lips. “I’d burn the world down for you, Lexi.”

She grabs the lapel of my suit coat. “That’s what scares me the most.”

“With great power comes great responsibility.”

“We’reso fucked.”

I kiss her forehead, and then we finish the circular path around the top before going inside. We hold hands as we ride the elevator down.

A small smile plays on her swollen lips when I meet her hooded eyes. And I realize I’veneverbeen in love before.

Not until now.

35

LEXI

The plane touches down in Fiji.

Neither of us told a soul that we were flying halfway across the world to whisper our vows to one another. It’s deviant; it’s everything that no one will expect. And that’s why I love it so much. It’s the ultimate surprise to everyone, but it also gives us the opportunity to be alone. Just us.

Easton hasn’t stopped smiling, and, fuck, neither have I.

We depart the private jet and a limo picks us up and drives us to the mansion he rented. We get out and stumble to the door, laughing, barely able to keep our mouths and hands off one another. We’ve been stupidly giddy since we left the States. We’re like teenagers in love, completely unpredictable and unapologetic.

“One hour,” he says, pressing me against the wooden door. “Are you ready to bemy wife?” he growls against my lips.

“Yes.” I laugh as he wraps his arm around my waist. “Do you mind being late to our wedding?”

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