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“Ava,” Anderson says, his grip on my hips tightening enough to stop me, and a whine escapes my lips. He chuckles, low and deep. “Let me fuck you properly.”
I bite my lip. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
CHAPTER 41
ANDERSON
I must have diedand gone to heaven, because seeing Ava—my naked, flushed,pregnantwife—in my bed is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Gathering her in my arms, I bring her to the bathroom, setting her down on the counter as I turn on the shower and take off the rest of my clothes.
I should probably be more embarrassed that I came in my pants just from watching Ava come, but I’m not.
My body can’t get enough of hers, and my dick is begging to be inside her. To feel her.
She looks at me, a smirk on her face as I reach in to feel the water, making sure it’s warm enough.
“Want to help me clean up the mess you made?” I ask her, holding my other hand out to her.
She hops off the counter, sliding her panties down her long, toned legs, before stepping out of them and taking my extended hand.
We step into the water, letting the stream fall over us, and I pull her into me, crashing my lips against hers.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of Ava. If I could, I would spend the rest of my days kissing her, feeling hertongue swirl around mine, swallowing all the little sounds she makes.
She’s never let me kiss her this much.
And when she doesn’t pull away, I feel my heart clench, and my dick harden at the same time.
She breaks the kiss, but before I can open my eyes, I feel her hands move down my chest, down my stomach, until she places them on my thighs.
“Ava,” I groan, but I can’t say anything else because my mind short-circuits when I feel her mouth wrap around my cock.
My palm presses against the wall of the shower, my knees going weak as her warm mouth moves down my cock. Her tongue swirls against the underside of my shaft, and my other hand instinctively goes to the back of her head.
She works me until I’m right at the edge, my fingers tangled in her hair as I resist the urge to fuck her mouth, trying to hold myself off.
I pull back, my cock sliding from her mouth. Looking down at her, and seeing her on her knees, her hair wet and soft in my palm, has me almost coming again on the spot.
“The next time I come, it’s going to be inside my wife,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
She smirks up at me before she stands to her full height, reaching behind me to turn the water off, stepping out of the shower before I can say another word.
After tonight, I think I’m going to have to chain her to my bed.
Not because I think she’s going to run—I think tonight I’ve shown her there’s no need to.
But because I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of her.
The thought catches me off guard, considering I’ve never felt so possessive over anything—let aloneanyone—in my life.
She grabs her towel from where it hangs behind the door to her bedroom and wraps it around her body, but my mind isso focused on being inside her, I don’t care if we get my bed wet.
I don’t care if the world is on fire around us.
Nothing will stop me from fucking my wife in my bed.
Ourbed.
