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“I’m not sure if that was a reward or a punishment.”

“I live to punish you,wife, but only if it ends with you coming on my cock.”

Even after five weeks of marriage, she still blushes from my mouth.

Our wedding took place at Mom’s, in the backyard underneath an old red oak that was probably there before the house was. Hannah looked beautiful, of course, her eyes shining like a thousand fucking stars in the late evening sun.

It was small. Only my family—ourfamily—and a few friends. Mom cried—shocker. Puke brought his new girlfriend. Britt from Rummie’s came and even, despite my hesitation, Dawson. He’s doing better now. Not as skittish and he understands Hannah had nothing to do with what happened to him. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think he could use a friend and Hannah’s the one to do it, if it can be done.

My wife could befriend a caterpillar.

Our wedding was fucking perfect. Now. Finally. After eight goddamn weeks, we’re consummating that marriage in every single position I can put her in.

Taking her hips in my hands, I tug her down the bed until she’s right in front of me. Then, I sink to my knees, amused at the slight way her legs tremble on either side of me.

I bring her lips to mine and feast on her. My fucking wife—before pressing them to her ear. “Two weeks. You and me on the beach. Not a fucking soul around.”

She moans softly, a shiver rolling through her.

“That sounds like heaven.”

“Heaven’s wherever the fuck we are, little doe.”

She smiles but captures my lips again and despite my cock protesting in pain, blood rushes through it.

Fuck. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough.

She tries to deepen the kiss, but I catch her hands when her stomach growls audibly between us. I don’t know what the caloric burn of two hours of rough, consecutive fucking is, but I know I’m fucking famished.

That and I’d probably hit my knees if my cock got hard right now.

“Cheeseburgers, first. Then . . . we’re going to take a bath,” I murmur, pulling her to her feet. She wobbles and I resist the urge to make a joke. “Then, I’m going to spend the night showing you exactly what it means to be mine, little doe.”

She smiles and my chest feels like it’s in a vice grip.

“You forget, you’re mine, too.”

How could I?

I pull her to a stop at the closet door, tugging her back to me and nipping her bottom lip.

“My soul’s always belonged to you. You just weren’t ready to claim it.”

“Monica is convinced there’s going to be a malfunction with the plane,” Hannah says from the other side of the kitchen while we make dinner.

Cheeseburgers, of course. I think I created a little monster.

I just chuckle and shake my head. Mom inherited a “bungalow” out in Hawaii in her divorce from Parker. The house is fucking huge and I plan to fuck my little wife on every single piece of furniture. The best part is, it comes with a private beach.

“First name basis with Mom, now?”

She blushes, coming back to the stove.

“Actually . . .” she clears her throat. “She told meIcould call her Mom, too.”

I cock a brow, but otherwise, don’t look at her. I know this is big.

“And how do you feel about that?”

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