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I laugh and then murmur, “You literally fucked me first thing this morning, Eli. When I was barely awake. How isthatneglect?”
“Mmm. But you didn’t let me eat your cunt for breakfast as usual. I’m starving.”
“Eli!” I whisper-yell, searching our surroundings that are thankfully empty. “We’re in a church.”
“And we’re married. I’m positive the church approves of the holy union.”
“Not if your words are unholy.”
“Is that a yes on a late breakfast?” He raises a brow.
“Later, okay?”
“You know I can’t function properly without my habits.”
I laugh, the sound echoing around us like a symphony of joy. Honestly, he can get extremely insistent on his morning routine.It doesn’t matter if I try to wake him up with my lips around his cock or if he fucks me or not. He always needs to eat me out before he starts his day.
Not that I’m complaining or anything.
“This isn’t funny,” he grumbles. “I can’t wait for this wedding to be over and to take you back home. I’ll devour you everywhere, Mrs. King.”
“Not the kitchen counter or Sam will throw a fit.”
“Then Sam will be sacked.”
“You can’t sack my friend. I won’t allow it.”
He scoffs. “No idea how you made the lonely, antisocial club consisting of Henderson and Sam your friends, and even maintain it.”
“Probably the same way I made you fall in love with me. I’m irresistible.”
“That you are.” He kisses the tip of my nose and I feel like I’m melting.
God. Why does he have the ability to reduce me to a puddle of emotions with the merest touch?
“Hey, Eli?”
“Yes?”
“Have I been sleepwalking lately?”
He pauses. “Why are you asking?”
“I don’t think I have, but the more I’m certain of something, the more it’s not true. Give it to me straight. Don’t sugarcoat it or attempt to hide the truth for my benefit, please.”
“It happened once a month ago, but as Dr. Blaine said it was due to the stress of your rehearsals for the competition. It was brief and normal. Nothing was alarming.”
“Are you sure that’s the only one?”
“Positive.”
“Maybe it’s the only one you’re aware of.”
“Impossible, considering I never let you out of my sight, beautiful.”
I release a breath.
“What are you worried about?” He strokes my cheek, my hair, my pulse point, which I learned is how he can gauge my state of mind. “Do you believe the pills’ effects are waning? Do you feel something’s off?”
