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My need pours into her.

Slowly, I lower her onto her back on the bench seat.

I drag my lips over her cheek. Her neck. Her collarbone. I trace the lines of her tattoo with my tongue.

She shudders as I take her nipple into my mouth.

Her hands dig into my hair. "Tom… no teasing. Please. I need you."

Fuck, the words are music.

I move to her other nipple and play with it until she's groaning.

Then I drag my lips down her stomach.

Across her hips.

I trace every line of herTomtattoo with my tongue. It's still hard to believe that she marked her body for me.

That she's wearing my ring.

That she wants me forever.

But this is an undeniable mountain of evidence.

Willow really loves me.

It's not that I ever doubt her affection. It's more that I still can't believe I'm worth loving. Sometimes.

But the way she looks at me—

"Tom," she breathes. "Now."

Fuck, my wife is demanding my body.

This is my marital duty.

I'm not about to fuck that up my first night as a married man.

I plant a kiss on her pelvis.

The inside of her right inner thigh.

The left.

She shudders as I bring my lips to her clit. I lick her up and down once. For me. So I can taste every inch of her.

Then I go right to the spot where she needs me.

And I lick her hard and fast.

She presses her thighs against my cheeks.

She bucks against my mouth.

Fuck, she tastes good.

And the way her groans are filling the limo—

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