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Chapter 23
Levi
Thistime,whenArizonamade an impromptu appearance at home in the middle of the day, I made sure we had plenty of time before the bus was due to arrive. I also carried her upstairs to our bedroom and locked the damn door.
The minute I set her down, she began clawing at my clothes, ripping my shirt over my head before tugging on the waistband of my athletic shorts.
“Hey.” I gripped her wrists, halting her frantic motions. “Can I take you to dinner tonight?”
A wrinkle formed between her brows. “Why?”
“Is it so crazy that I might want to date my wife?”
Arizona blew out a breath. “Levi, let’s just enjoy the arrangement we have now.”
Sure, the sex was great—otherworldly, in fact—but I craved the non-physical intimacy just as much.
Never thought I’d hear myself say that, but it was true, nonetheless.
“I’m starting to feel like a piece of meat,” I confessed.
Her laughter came out loud and strong. “You’re kidding, right?”
Yes, I could fully appreciate the irony.
I heaved a sigh. “You said it yourself that I’ve changed.” Releasing her wrists, I cupped her cheek with my hand. “You’re all I think about. I want more.”
She blinked up at me. “If you knew the real me, you wouldn’t say that.”
Rearing back, I asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she looked almost scared.
Tell me what you’re hiding, baby. Let me help lighten your burden.
“It means—” Arizona shook her head before continuing, “It’s better if we keep things how they are now. Let’s not rock the boat, okay?”
With that, she shoved at my chest, and with my pants around my ankles, I stumbled backward, falling into the armchair of the suite’s sitting area.
“Ariz—” I got her name halfway out before she was on her knees, my dick halfway down her throat.
My vixen of a wife knew blowjobs were my weakness and used that knowledge against me to put an effective end to our conversation.
Bobbing up and down on my shaft like she couldn’t get enough, she sucked on me so hard that my vision began to darken at the edges. I groaned, my hand falling to her head, guiding her movements, and the vibrations of her endless moans settled in my balls.
I wasn’t going to last. Not if she kept deep-throating me like this.
Fire licked down my spine, and my hips lifted of their own volition as I raced toward the finish line. “Baby. Fuck. Need you to stop.”
She pulled off with a pop, a string of saliva extending from her swollen lips to my cock. “Where do you want to come, husband?”
Hearing her claim me like that was almost my undoing, and I had to squeeze a tight fist around my dick to keep from blowing my load.
“Inside you. Always inside you,” I rasped. The snug fit of her cunt molded around my cock was pure bliss, especially since I could take her bare.
Arizona rose to her feet, kicking off her heels, then teasing the hem of her skirt up her toned thighs. When her glistening pussy came into view, I leaned forward for a taste, but she put a foot on my shoulder, forcing me back into my seat.
