Page 111 of Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife

Her little ass slapped against me, her wild eyes locked with mine. We worked each other, taking out the weeklong frustration with nails and teeth and tongues. But it was more than just fucking, and it had been for a long time. This was a release of the feelings we didn’t say. A chance to be close that wasn’t allowed in any other way.

It would be over in no time.

And I’d want it all over again.

I wanted more than this.

Everything might have been enough.

But I’d have to settle for this. Her body being mine. Her eyes on me. My name on her lips. My seed coating her. My claim on Saoirse might have been temporary, but it was powerful. She was mine, and I was so fucking hers, I couldn’t see straight.

“I’m going to come.” As if I couldn’t already feel her swelling and pulsing.

“I know your body, pretty girl. I’m ready for you.”

She took me as far as she could and rocked against me, her clit hitting my pelvis. Her head lolled back, giving me the opening I needed to suck her throat and bite down on the crook of her neck.

I waited for her to begin the fall before I allowed myself to let go and join her. Arms wrapped around slick bodies, we embraced, holding on as powerful shudders traveled from her body to mine. Air was in short supply, so we shared it, heaving lungfuls at each other. Hot and thready, passing back and forth.

Minutes passed, breathing became somewhat normal, and I found myself flat on my back with Saoirse sprawled on top of me.

“Clem sat in her window sling this morning,” Saoirse said.

I raised my head. “She did? Did you take a picture?”

“Of course I did.” She rolled to the side to grab her phone from the nightstand and turned it on to show me the screen.

Our cat. I couldn’t deny Clementine was as much mine as Saoirse’s. She was Velcro, either attached to me or her. She wasn’t a cat who needed space.

I’d bought her a sling that attached to the windows in the living room, thinking she’d like to look out at the city. So far, she’d only sat in it for a second or two before frantically meowing like we were lighting her tail on fire.

But there she was on Saoirse’s phone, relaxed and regal, like the princess she was, curled up in the sling, her tail lazily hanging off the side.

“How long did she stay there?” I asked.

“An hour. She fell asleep there. I think she would have stayed longer, but Miles started singing ‘Mo Money Mo Problems,’ and she woke up.”

Turning the screen off, I tossed the phone aside. “Miles saw her in the sling?”

“Yeah.” She trailed her fingers along my chest. “Are you jealous?”

“Territorial. He shouldn’t get to see my cat in the slingIbought her before I do.”

“I told him to close his eyes.”

“Good.”

She snorted. “I was kidding about that. At least you’ll be happy to know Clem still doesn’t like him.”

“Did she scratch him?”

“No. How could you think she’d ever do something that violent? She just gives him the cold shoulder and swishes her tail at him.”

“As she should.”

Saoirse patted my chest then dropped a kiss over my heart. “She knows who her Daddy is.”

I grunted. “Don’t patronize me.”

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