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popped from his lips, pulling with it a raw exhale that sent goosebumps over my skin.

“James… I need you,” I told him as my chest rose in uneven waves as I fought to catch my breath.

For a moment he continued to stare at my breasts, flushed and swollen, topped with red tips, as though savoring the marks he’d left… the pleasure he’d wrought.

“Anything for you.” His eyes rose to mine, dark and decadently filled with need. “Wife.”

My core clenched at the name.

That part of us still wasn’t going to last.

But even though the tiny, rational corner of my mind knew that, my body still responded to the word like one of Pavlov’s dogs; it salivated, hungry and desperate for what that ring promised.

My arms wound around his shoulders as he grabbed my ass, his fingers squeezing into the soft flesh as he turned and carried me to the bed.

It was large with an oak-wood frame, the corners extending up like four pillars to support a canopy that didn’t exist. Covered with a monochrome plaid bedspread and numerous quilted pillows, it seemed incredibly cozy in contrast to its size.

But that was the first and last thought I had about the bed before my back touched down on its softness that enveloped me, my arms falling to my sides as James gripped the waist of my shorts and underwear and relieved me of them with one determined tug.

Vegas had been drunk and frantic. Intense pleasure encapsulated in flashes of memory. This time, he savored fiercely.

Spreading my thighs wide, James sank to his knees between them.

I sucked in a breath, holding it tight in my lungs while he leaned forward, my sex clenching in anticipation. Pausing, he looked up and flashed me a wide-brimmed smile, the kind that shot as sharp and as quick as an arrow straight down to my sex and sent another rush of moisture dripping from my folds.

“Fuck, you’re going to taste so good,” he growled. “It’s all I’ve been thinking of.”

“All?” I squeaked.

“Ever since you came all over my swimsuit, gorgeous,” he rasped with a lopsided grin. “Hell, if I hadn’t been so damn turned on in the middle of the fucking forest, I would’ve pulled my shorts off and licked up any trace you left.”

“Goodness,” I breathed the word out, my pussy now aching unbearably.

Anything else I was about to think let alone say was blown to pieces when those lips—the ones that so expertly housed his devastating smile—closed over my sex, and I began to disintegrate from the inside out.

His tongue worked just as methodically as his brain.

Like the skills he’d confessed to possessing, he gambled with my pleasure, knowing when he would win. He counted my moans, the times my body shuddered and jerked against him. There were times he held on tight to my orgasm no matter how much I begged him to show his cards, and then there were times he laid everything bare.

Times like now when I was going to both lose and win the hand.

“James,” I pleaded with him to go all in.

To set me on fire.

To let me break and take the house down with me.

His tongue delved deep inside me, my muscles clenching to keep him there but not fast enough before the firm velvet tip of his tongue swirled and speared around my clit.

My fingers curled into his hair I didn’t realize I was holding, clinging onto the silk strands for dear life as my body rocketed into a soul-searing orgasm.

Orgasms with James were in a league all of their own.

Every one that came before him was like winning at the penny slot machine.

His… his were the high-roller, high-stakes table—and they swept everything.

Panting, my body returned to itself a few moments later, spread out and still slightly shaking from pleasure. The first thing I saw was that smile appear between my legs as James rose above me.

The front of his shorts pulled tight over his erection, explicitly outlining the thick length of him that led to the bulging tip.

Still, he drew his shorts down over his hips in a slow sweep, his eyes never leaving my body as though he were more paralyzed by the pleasure he brought than the same pleasure he craved.

My tongue darted out to coat my lips when he stood. What pleasure lingered in my cells scattered into hiding, replaced with a new ferocious need that pulled a new kind of ache through me.

My mouth parted as I stared at his cock.

Hard and long,