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“Oh fuck,” Quantum whispered. “Everybody leave and let her in.”
“You sure about that?” Harlow whispered back.
“Yes. Very.”
“It will only help him,” Fin said as they all turned for the door.
“Wait!” Quantum shot out, looking at Harlow. “Come here.” Harlow hurried over and his gold gaze locked on to his. “Help me, tell me something I would definitely know.”
He glanced over his shoulder and muttered next to his ear, “This woman means everything to you. You are fuckingobsessedwith her. Like asickness.” He raised his brows at him, seeing if he understood what that even was. “If she suspects anything, just blame the anesthesia.”
“Anesthesia,” he said, confused.
“She won’t know the difference!” he strained.
“Right. Okay. What kind of person was I to her? Funny? Serious? Was she obsessed with me too?”
He nodded a lot. “Maybe worse.” Harlow chuckled at the love-struck grin that brought and grabbed his head. “You can do this. You can do any fucking thing you want, you’re the Quantum fucking King.”
He nodded and grabbed Harlow’s hands in his and looked down at them then released him.
“That’s right,” Harlow praised. “We don’teverhold hands,” he assured before heading out.
“I should get dressed,” Quantum called when they got to the door.
Harlow laughed. “No, bruh, you shouldn’t.”
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Quantum was aware of his outrageous heartrate, wondering if it was normal. He was sure it wasn’t but what the fuck did he know?
You rarely cussed!
Fuck, he needed to remember that. Why was he doing it now if he hadn't? Harlow cussed nearly as much or more, maybe he was remembering his memories more than his own. He’d created him. Maybe he'd been stripped down to his creator’s DNA.
The door opened and the first thing his wife did was eat him alive with her gaze. She shut the door and took five steps then paused, staring at him.
His brief worry of not knowing how to be a husband vanished when his cock lurched at the vision before him. She was a million times more beautiful in person. And her gaze. Utterly mesmerizing even though he had no recollection of what that color might be, shimmering in it. He stared at her lips next. Perfectly full, perfectly shaped. Perfectly pink. He went lower and the white dress sparked something in his memory. The outfit wasn’t sexy or sensual, it was… practical and… like… a nurse. His gaze flashed back to her face.Wasshe a nurse?
His cock began an odd thumping when she moved toward him again. He tried to understand what he saw in those eyes as she drew closer, stealing what little he remembered from his brain. All he knew in that second wasthisbeautiful woman washiswife.
Two feet away and she lunged on him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, her breaths hot at his ear. He praised his instincts that knew to wrap her up in his arms, his hands on a hungry exploration. She suddenly pulled back, and those perfect lips smashed into his, delicate fingers grabbing his face as she ate his mouth like he was her favorite food and somebody had starved her.Hehad starved her.
The thought of his wife being this hungry and him being her favorite food had him desperate to feed her. Oh fuck, her name, he forgot her name! “My wife,” he gasped when her mouth left his and moved all over his chest at a ravenous pace, those tiny moans in her throat bringing a massive pressure in his body he wasn’t sure was safe.
“I need you, she gasped, yanking the sheet from his waist, her breaths shaking as she stared at his cock. Her gaze flew up to his. “Can you fuck me? Please?”
It was a worried question and beg in one and only his body held the memories. It was currently at war with what it wanted andhowit wanted it. He moved off the bed. “Show me, sweet angel,” he shuddered, hoping that was something he’d once called her.
She turned and faced the bed, raising her dress and bearing the most perfect ass with delicate white lace panties lost between creamy cheeks.
He realized she’d thought he wanted to see her. Oh fuck, he did. He moved behind her, his uncertainty disappearing when she gave a moan and lifted her leg on the bed, her hand holding her fucking ass cheek. “Holy fuck.”
He slid his hand under her leg, lifting it even higher as he moved the head of his cock along hot, wet silk. She cried out with her face toward him, drawing a primitive, guttural sound from his chest ashe pushed the head in. “Fuck, baby,” he swore, placing his knee on the bed and holding her leg higher.
“Legend,” she cried weakly.
He grabbed her hair in his left hand and turned her face, eating those lips with hungry nips and sucks, her hot cries heating his mouth. With every second, he remembered what needed to happen. She needed to have her sweet pussy fucked and that pretty clit… spanked. Fuck yes. Memory or miracle, he didn’t know or care. If he remembered nothing else than this, he’d be the happiest moron.
