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That was my favorite part of our time in Vegas—this sweet and sexy vixen that allowed me to worship her body and fuck her until she was boneless and completely spent.

“Please tell me that was a warm-up,” she mumbles, her hand still possessively gripping my neck even though she’s retracted her claws.

My chuckle is low and throaty as I grind my length against her ass. “Yeah, baby, I wanna see how much more you can take.”

EMERSON

I let Garrett carry me upstairs, my legs wrapped around his waist and my fingers in his hair, yanking at the strands as he grunts and groans, his grip on me tightening as he moves. Moments like these make me forget about everything we have to deal with outside these walls. I’ve never wanted to settle down, let alone see someone long-term, but with Garrett, I can definitely see the appeal.

When he drops me on the mattress, I whip my shirt off and then shimmy up the bed.

“Strip,” I command, giving him a thorough once-over.

“Here I thought you’d let me take the lead.”

“Not a chance, Rockstar.”

I make a show of propping myself up on one elbow as Garrett grabs the back of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head, revealing every glorious ab muscle as the hem creeps up.

He really is delicious, a fact that I’m certain he’s aware of as he drops his shirt to the floor with a wolfish smirk. It’s probably foolish to be this involved—this comfortable—with him, but right now, I can’t find it in me to care.

If I have to be married to Garrett North, I think I should be able to enjoy all the perks.

Shifting his weight, he drags his palm torturously slow from his chest to his belt, his hand fisting the clasp before he works it open with the same seductive pace. It’s mesmerizing and exactly what I need tonight—that teasing anticipation and the way he gets off on pleasing me.

It’s a heady combination.

Pausing to make sure he has my attention, Garrett licks his lips and then snags the bottom one with his teeth before ripping the leather through the belt loops.

God damn, he’s sexy.

Unable to continue being a spectator, I roll onto my hands and knees and crawl across the bed, letting my hips sway as I go. His grunt of appreciation has me drenched, the tension between us palpable.

It shouldn’t be this hot.

But thank fuck it is.

At the edge, I ease one foot onto the floor and then the other, cupping his erection through his jeans as I press my body against his.

“I thought you wanted to watch.”

“Plans changed.”

“And what is it you need, Miss Andrews?” Deft fingers unclip my bra, his palms sliding under it as it moves down my arms.

I squeeze him harder, loving the way he rocks into my touch and the little noises that he can’t hold back. “You’re awfully accommodating,” I muse, popping the button on his jeans, my heart racing as he sucks in a breath.

“Just trying to keep my wife happy.”

“And what about you?” I drag out the words along with the zipper until it’s as far down as it can go, finally ditching my bra before dropping to my knees.

Garrett’s soft laugh is full of disbelief, the sound turning almost animalistic as I pull his boxers and jeans to his knees. “You’re fucking wild, Em; there’s not a whole lot I wouldn’t try with you and—fuck.”

The curse is the result of me licking up the entire underside of his shaft, my hand wrapped around the base as I take him slowly into my mouth. His cock is heavy on my tongue, and I love the mouthful he provides.

Apparently, he likes it too.

His expression is unhinged as I slide up and down him, sucking and licking and knowing how he likes my lips painted red.