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When I pull back, saliva trails down my chin.

“Goddamn, wife. Now I know why I married you.”

“Let me show you how good I am with my mouth.” I lick the head, then take him deep again, breathing through my nose as I swallow him whole.

“Jesus.” His abs tense. His fingers grip my hair like reins.

When I come up for air, tears streak my cheeks.

“I learn new things all the time being with you,” I whisper.

His thumb brushes away the mess on my face. “I learn from you too. I pay attention.”

“I know you do. And I’m going to reward you for it.” My grin is wicked. “Now fuck my mouth, husband.”

“Hell yes, wife.”

He thrusts up, snapping his hips with urgency. “Choke on my cock. Show me how much you love me.”

I moan around him, soaked from his voice alone.

Tears and spit drip down my chin as I stroke my clit to the rhythm he sets.

He groans, watching me in the mirror. “Oh, hell yes.”

His hands tighten in my hair. “Not gonna last, baby.”

I moan louder, eyes locked on his while he watches me play with myself in the mirror.

“Goddamn.” His rhythm falters, hips bucking. “I’m gonna come down your throat.”

And he does.

I swallow every drop.

When I finally pull off his dick, he’s breathless, wrecked, and still reaching for me.

His hand wraps around my wrist and tugs me up to him, lips hovering over mine.

“I love you, Allie. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

I smile, watery and aching. “I didn’t know I needed a menace in my life until I met you.”

Our lips meet again in a kiss that’s soft, deep, and infinite.

Outside, the ocean crashes. Unstoppable.

Just like us.

68

CONNOR

The streets of Key West are full of weird shit.

A man walks a cat on a leash.

A dude dressed like a pirate is trying to sell emotional support rum.

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