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His exhale tangles with mine.

And my fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.

His tongue is demanding against mine.

And my grip on the past releases.

I let it all go.

I pull Ethan closer. I wrap my arms around him.

And I let it all fucking go.

Chapter 180

Ethan

Something between us snaps.And the need to touch, to feel, becomes frantic.

Tilda rips at the buttons on my shirt, and I fumble with the zipper on her dress.

We shift and we shove and we never break our kiss as we shed our clothes.

We never break our kiss until we’re both naked.

When Tilda drops her panties on the floor, I turn us, and I tip her back onto the bed.

She reaches for me.

But I take a moment.

Just a moment.

To look down at her.

All of her.

And I think about our first time together.

Our first kiss. Our first touches. Our first night as a married couple.

I think about how perfect she is every time.

And when I think about how I get to do this for the rest of my life, I smile.

“Ethan.” Tilda grabs at her tits since she can’t reach me.

“I’m right here.” I kneel on the foot of the bed. “Now open for me.” I hook my hands around her thighs and spread her legs. “Remind me what my wife tastes like.”

My tongue flattens against her, and Tilda lifts her head off the mattress as I consume her.

She moans and wiggles and cries my name.

And I lap up every bit of it.

I savor it.

Her.

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