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Oh. My. God.

The tip of Ewan’s tongue licks over my swollen lips. Softly, at first, before splitting me open with a flattened tongue.

My hands go to his hair, and my hips move, demanding more pressure from his mouth.

How many nights have I lain in bed alone, and thought of this as I closed my eyes? How many nights did I reach for my vibrator?And it isn’t just the sex. How many nights did I wish I could take the hurt back just to feel this man next to me? Talking to me. Laughing with me. Gossiping with me. I spent so long thinking that if he wanted to fight for us, he should be the one to reach out first. Then, after more time passed, it felt too late. I felt naked and exposed and needy every time I picked up the phone and looked at his name. The last thing I ever wanted was to be seen as needy, even with my own husband. Pride is a hell of a thing.

And now he’s back, and I don’t even know if we work, yet. But this still works. This right here.

And I need this. So much.

Chapter

Thirteen

Ewan

I drag my tongue over her softness, letting her sweetness cover me.

My hands can’t get enough of her squeezable thighs. She’s just enough woman for me. And the only woman I want.

I remember making out with my wife’s pussy in stolen moments, between the demands of work and school, and even in between arguments.

Our wanting each other never changed.

I work my tongue over her core, and her gasps urge me on, as do her grasping fingers in my hair.

She tastes like home. Every drop fills me with everything I missed.

Softly, I take her swollen clit into my mouth and gently lick, over and over.

Maddie shrieks, coming for a second time, and so much harder.

She pushes my head away from her overstimulated parts, and I come up to fold her in next to my body.

As she shudders, I trace soft, lingering kisses over her pretty breasts, her rosy nipples. Her skin is pink and warm from all this attention, and I love the look of it. She melts into my kisses as I hold her close.

“I knew we could make this work,” I whisper.

“Wh-what?”

“I knew we could make it work,” I repeat in between kisses.

Maddie puts a hand on my chest and pushes me back. “Make…make what work?”

I pause, confused.

“This. Us. Our marriage.”

She stares at me for a long moment. And then she reaches for a throw blanket to cover herself.

“What’s wrong? What did I say?”

After shoving her shirt on, Maddie makes for the door. “I have to get out of here.”

I’m so confused. “Maddie, where are you going? What did I do?”

“I don’t know,” she breathes, sounding like she’s on the edge of bursting into tears.