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Her grin grows, and she glances up at me.

Damn. My wife is stunning.

She pulls her gaze from me and focuses, clamping her lips around me again and dragging me to the back of her throat.

“Trinity,” I groan, eyes closing once more. The right suction. The right pressure. Her hand. Her mouth. She’s fucking perfect.

She draws back, twirling her tongue around the tip before locking those lips around me again and dragging me deeper. She works me like only she can. Only she knows my body this well.

“Trin.” I set a hand on the back of her head, then dig my fingers into her short hair. Her name is a warning. I’m not going to last long.

How did I ever go so long without her? And not only because of this moment, but because of everything she is.

She is the compassionate, giving one. Tough as nails. And an amazing mother with a huge heart. All of which makes her sexy as fuck.

“Trinity.” My voice rises, the warning louder.

She doubles down, sucking harder, taking me deeper. Saliva drips from the corner of her mouth. My hips buck forward again. I hold onto her head, trying to steady myself.

Suddenly, she slaps my ass, claps her hand on one tight cheek, and tugs me forward.

Stars float before my eyes like a freakin’ firework display. Bright explosions and whistling sounds follow. I might even blackout for thirty seconds, and eventually I sag back against the couch, feeling that initial tremor in my leg turn to shaky knees.

“Baby.” I cup her chin, and she gently pulls off of me, looking up as she wipes a corner of her lips.

“Fuck, Trin.” All the reverence I can muster pours out of me. She might be on her knees in front of me, but I’m the one with weak ones. I’m the one in awe.

I release her chin and hold out my hand, helping her stand.

Then, I gently cup her throat and kiss her, humming against her lips.

“You’re so good to me,” I murmur. Because she always has been.

Slowly, seductively, she smiles. “Now let’s see how good you are to me.”

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[Trinity]

Let’s see how good you are to me.

Who says that? Apparently, I do, after feeling brazen and bold for bringing my husband to a rocking orgasm.

I step back but gently grip his shirt in my fist. I’m going to stretch this thing out with all the clinging I’ve done to it. Somehow, I don’t think Dart minds.

With his eyes blown wide and a cheeky smirk on his lips, he tugs up his pants and follows me as I step backward toward the dining room table. Just before I hit the edge, Dart catches my hips and lifts me onto one corner.

“Want me to be a good boy?” he asks, his voice as seductive as the gleam in his eyes.

“The best boy,” I tease until his mouth captures mine. Kissing me like only he does. His tongue sweeps over mine. His lips take command.

He moves to my jaw and my chin. “Did you behave yourself tonight?” he teases.

“I’m always a good girl,” I sigh, jerking my head to the side as he moves to my neck. I’ve never considered myself reckless or particularly wild. And while I might have embraced my individual sexuality, I considered that self-preservation more than being a rebel of any sort.

“So good,” Dart hums before he nips the juncture of my neck and shoulder. A sweet spot Dart knows well. His teeth scrape over my flesh. The pressure just right, sending a crackle between my breasts to my lower belly, like an invisible lightning bolt right to my core.

I spread my knees, allowing him more space between them. He tugs me by my backside to meet where he’s becoming hard again.