She did what I asked, the wet sound of me going in and out of her joining our heavy breathing. She bucked a few times, her moans growing. I took over for her, desperate to bring her to the edge.
“Fuck, look at you,” I gasped right as she cried out my name.
Her legs straightened, her eyes slammed closed, and her hands gripped the sheets around us as her orgasm ripped through her. I couldn’t take it. I came too, holding on to my wife as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I saw stars behind my eyes, and my ears roared so fiercely that I couldn’t hear a thing after.
I gave myself two seconds to take in every feeling, catch my breath, before sliding out and cupping my wife’s face.
“Are you okay? Do you hurt?”
Laney beamed at me. Her cheeks were red, and her pulse raced at the bottom of her neck, but her eyes gave her away. They were so clear, so beautiful.
“That was incredible.”
I kissed her forehead. “Now that you’re satisfied, wife, may I ask you to eat some damn soup?”
She snorted and tickled my sides.
“Don’t ruin my post-sex vibe, Connor. I was dehydrated, not losing a limb.”
“Don’t care.” I slid off the bed, helping her up with me. I grabbed one of my sweatshirts, slid it over her head, and rolled up the sleeves on her wrist.
“So cute,” I teased, admiring the way my clothes hung on her. “You should only wear my clothes at home.”
“I’m sure we could arrange it.” She wiggled her brows as she looked me up and down.
“Have I told you I love your calves?”
“It’s been a while.” I smiled.
“Enough.” I slid on some sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. “Soup and talking time.”
“Old you would’ve been just fine cuddling naked and watching a show. This version of you really likes talking, huh?”
“I know you’re teasing, but yes, I do. I’m not letting anything come between us, not even your distractions.” I swatted her butt, and she yelped.
“Go turn the fire on, hon. I’ll be right there.”
We split, with one of us going into the living room and theother the kitchen, where I was preparing the food when my phone pinged with a message.
I expected it to be her parents, Petra, or our friends. Not Ryan… and just like that, my stomach dropped.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
LANEY
I watched the fake flames flicker as heat surrounded me. Connor’s scent cloaked me, and I trembled as I thought about our connection. I had to give us credit. I felt empowered to speak my feelings now. I wasn’t worried or scared of our conversation. Sure, there were some nerves, but Connor opening up had changed our relationship.
I wanted to know about the board meeting. He hadn’t mentioned anything. My hair was a mess, so I redid it in a messy bun as Connor walked into the living room with two bowls on a tray. I was about to flirt with him, but there was tension all around his eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
His gaze met mine as he sat down, setting the tray between us.
“Ryan left a message.”
Ah.
“You’re worried about it.”
