I didn’t know if it was relief or disappointment that flooded me, and I was too chicken to study it.
Once I stood, he tugged me to him. Then he reached up and cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing across my nipples and tightening them into stiff peaks. “Just so we’re clear, if you want to start including a benefits package in this marriage, I wouldn’t say no to daily access to this view.”
I huffed out a laugh and rolled my eyes. “You would be a boob man.”
He wrapped his arms around me and held me to him as he kissed me.Reallykissed me. No teasing, no buildup, no filthy promises. Just him and me and this chemistry that always crackled between us.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, “No, wife. I’m not a boob man. I’m aWillaman.”
With one final kiss on my lips, he tugged me upstairs like he hadn’t just rewritten my hold on reality.
We didn’t talk about what was building between us. Didn’t mention the jealousy or possession. Sure as hell didn’t breathe a word about the trust it took to get on our knees for each other.
Because if we did any of that, we might have to admit this was real. And if we admitted it was real, we might have something to lose.
So instead, I followed behind him, knees still weak and pussy still wet, heart tripping over itself in the wake of his admission. Wondering just what the fuck I’d gotten myself into.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
WILLA
Group text with Chloe, Sutton, and Willa
2:12 p.m.
Chloe:
A little birdie told me you and Lincoln were looking awfully cozy at the Strawberry Festival. Mentioned something about how you’d probably go straight home and tear through all those lube samples…
Willa:
Gee. I wonder who that horny old birdie could be.
Sutton:
Did *everyone* come home with a year’s supply of lube? I thought it was just Atlas.
Willa:
That woman was passing out those packets like she was Oprah.
Chloe:
Have you cracked into your stash? What’s your favorite flavor?
Willa:
We…talk about our sex lives now? That’s weird.
Chloe:
Um, hello? I got to know you at a party where tentacle peen was the guest of honor, and you think this is weird?
Willa:
It kind of is.
Chloe:
