Page 29 of Wild Card (The Trident Trilogy 3)

“You know I always sleep better after a workout,” she whispers right into my ear. She knows that turns me on.

“Millicent,” I say sternly in my best attempt to discipline her.

“What?” She lowers her head and looks at me. Her green eyes are sparkling under her long eyelashes.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I say, shaking my head, but we both know it’s too late. She can feel how hard I am.

“Like what?” Her hands crawl underneath my T-shirt.

I flip her over and flatten her to the bed. “You know very well what look I’m talking about. The look that makes me want to never let you out of this bed.”

“I’d be okay with that—”

I growl as my mouth covers hers. My hand quickly goes between her legs. She’s ready for me, but I try to hold back a little. Although unlike every girl I’ve ever been with, she’s never needed much foreplay. In fact, she gets a little demanding when I try to slow her down. She lets me finger her for a few minutes, but then she starts impatiently arching her back.

“Inside,” she whines as she takes me in her hand.

God, that whiny, little purr she has. I could bust just hearing it. “Okay, baby.”

When I slide into her, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls the rest of me into her. She buries her face in my neck. As I start pumping harder, she bites my shoulder—like she does when she’s ready to cum. The feeling of her teeth on my skin always sends me over the edge. Her body shakes as she lets out a series of low moans. That sound. God, I’d do anything to hear that sound for the rest of my life.

“It’s always you, baby,” I whisper. “You over everything.”

I take a few more pumps and let go—depositing what feels like every last bit of me into her. She lets out one last long moan.

“Fuck,” I say as I collapse on top of her. “That keeps getting better every time we do it.”

She giggles underneath me. “Let’s try it again just to make sure.”

I roll over and pull her onto my chest. “I’m denying you more until you get a good night’s rest.”

“So rude—”

“You promised you’d go to sleep after, baby. You’ve been so tired lately. Get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” she sighs as she rolls off me and buries her face in my pillow. She always steals my pillow. It’s adorable.

I rub her back until she slips back into sleep. After I finish packing for Rome, I crawl into bed and pull her into a spoon. She makes a little whimpering noise as she wiggles her body into mine. I catch my breath. I still haven’t gotten used to how good it feels when she snuggles into me.

So many people questioned my decision to leave active duty, but when I’m lying next to her—with her body snuggled against mine—I know I made the right choice. If this is what the rest of my life looks like, I’m the luckiest man on earth.

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