“You ready?”
I nod, barely able to speak.
“Words,” he demands roughly.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Fuck me, Oliver.”
“God,” he growls. “I’ll never get sick of you begging for it.”
He pulls out just enough to make me ache, then slams back into me. My breath catches.
I grip the sheets with white-knuckled force as he sets a pace that’s as punishing as it is perfect.
“This angle is so much deeper. Do you feel that?”
“Yes,” I whimper, overwhelmed.
His grip on my hips tightens, thumbs digging into my skin. Leaning over me, his mouth brushes along my spine. His rough stubble grazes my back, and it’s almost too much. My legs tremble under the intensity of it all.
“Oliver,” I gasp, voice cracking.
“Hold on,” he pants. “Almost there.”
I moan, knowing I can’t hold on much longer. The sounds of our skin slapping together and his grunting makes my orgasm consume so much quicker this time.
“I’m going to…”
“Come for me, wife.”
That word.Wife. Hits me harder than anything else.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
I lose it. I cry out his name as his fingers dig into my skin. He thrusts hard into me one more time and then pauses, his cock jerking inside of me. We come together exactly like husband and wife.
Chapter 25
Oliver
IpullupoutsideJeremy’s house; the headlights cutting through the dusk as I park. It’s poker night, and while I haven’t made it here much recently, with Karley working, I’ve decided to show up. Being home alone has lost its appeal now that she occupies my bed.
As we walk into Jeremy’s den, cards are shuffling, ice cubes clink against glasses, and chatter bounces off the walls. The others are already here, Evan, Harvey, Lukas, and Richard. They’re all seated at the table like they’ve been there forever.
“Hey,” I say, sliding into my usual seat. “I’d say sorry I’m late, but I’m right on time.” I tap the face of my Rolex. “What’s the deal? None of you want to be at home tonight?”
“No,” Evan quips. “It’s the opposite. We want to play, win, and get the hell back home.”
For the first time, I feel a rush of agreement with Evan’s thought. Usually, I’d be the one pushing to extend our fun, but tonight, all I can think about is getting back to Karley.
“Then let’s get to it,” I reply, cracking my knuckles like I’m a professional poker player, even though they all know I’m not. I actually suck compared to them.
We settle into the game, each in our so-called “lucky spots.” Lukas insists his seat gives him “the winning energy,” which usually means he’s the first to lose.
I glance around as the cards are dealt. “What’d I miss?”
Before anyone answers, there’s a loud pop. A spray of beer spills all over Richard’s lap. He stares down in shock.
“First casualty of the night!” Lukas laughs, holding up his can in a mock toast.
