She opens her mouth wider and reaches for me. Positioning my dick, I slide between her luscious lips and immediately feel the warmth. Slowly, I glide in deeper, and when I hit the back of her throat, she chokes but stops me from pulling out.

Her taut nipples stand at full attention, and I pinch them between my fingers. When Everleigh widens her legs, I reach down and play with her greedy clit.

At this rate, we’re never leaving this room.

And I’m one hundred percent on board with that.

Moments later, my balls and legs tighten.

“On your chest, baby,” I tell her so she releases me. I pull out with a deep groan, pumping my come all over her tits. Her creamy skin is marked with red handprints and bite marks, and the possessive side of me loves its visual.

I fall on the bed next to her, my heart racing. Before she can move, I quickly grab a towel and clean her up.

“That was amazing,” I tell her, feathering kisses along her jaw. “You’re gonna be sore.”

“Good. I like feeling where you’ve been.” She waggles her brow with a devilish grin.

“You’re filthy, you know that?” I shake my head with a smile. “But that’s why I married you.”

“So my bubbly personality and bedtime snuggles didn’t seal the deal?”

“Oh, that’s what drew me in, but your naughty words and top-notch blow jobs kept me.”

She rolls her eyes as I toss the dirty towel. “Funny because I remember someone trying really hard not to sleep with me while simultaneously sleeping next to me.”

“Hmm, yeah, I remember that too. Except in my memory, you seduced me, and I was too helpless to stop it.”

“Oh please!” She swats at me, but I quickly grab her wrist and pull her up onto my lap.

“Mm-hmm, I like it when you beg.”

“You think we’ll ever get sick of each other?” she asks as my cock twitches against her leg.

“Not in a million years. Since the first night you slept in my arms, I wanted you close. There was never going back after that.”

Chapter Twenty-One

EVERLEIGH

I can’t believe it’s been two months since Krystal and Dana were taken down and arrested. Last week, they were finally sentenced. Dana took a plea deal and was sentenced to two-hundred hours of community service with the requirement of staying away from me. The rumor mill chewed her up and spit her out, and she couldn’t handle the glares and whispers around town.

It was very obvious she wasn’t welcome at the boutique, and no one else trusted her enough to hire her. After a month of not being able to find a job, she packed up and moved. It’s better that way.