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Fuck.Fuck. Just like that, my cock hardens, right in her parents’ living room. I squirm, my face no doubt heated as she pulls away with the most innocent look in her eyes. I drape my arm over my lap strategically and straighten my spine. It used to be like this between us, and the way we’re slowly falling back into everything that made ususis fucking exhilarating.
“I asked her, and she didn’t cheat,” I tell Archer.
He stares at me in disbelief. “You…askedher,” he repeats, his expression rapidly becoming stormy as he looks between the two of us. “This is some bullshit,” he says, throwing his cards down on the table in mock anger, when there’s no malice in his expression at all. Clara bursts out laughing, and George sends me an exasperated yet amused look.
“You,” Archer says as he rises to his feet and throws me a pointed look. “Let’s go have a drink.”
“You’re such a sore loser,” Celeste teases, and I bite back a smile, squeezing her knee briefly before getting up to follow Archer. George gets up too, and Celeste moves to rest her head against her mother’s shoulder, her eyes following me as I move through the room. I smile at her before walking out, my heart feelingwholefor the first time in years.
Both men are quiet as we head to George’s office, and I sit down in my usual seat, ready for the questions I know they’ll have. “Looks like you’ll keep that promise after all,” Archer says, his tone calm and collected, none of his earlier supposed outrage present. If anything, he looks relieved. “She looks happier than I’ve seen her in years. When I spoke to her a few weeks ago, she’d seemed really sad, and I’d been so worried that I booked a flight. I’m glad my worries were unwarranted.”
I think back to the way she cried herself to sleep a couple of weeks ago, and the nightmares I can’t always wake her from. Those things have brought us closer, but they’re also stark reminders of what stands between us. “It’s not easy,” I admit, my voice soft.
“No marriage is, son,” George says as he pours me a drink. “But the good parts are worth it, aren’t they?”
I smile to myself, unable to deny it. “Yeah,” I murmur, raising my glass to my lips. “She’s worth it.”
ChapterSeventy-Five
Celeste
I glance at the clock in my childhood bedroom impatiently and sigh. When Zane has a drink with Archer and Dad, it never is just one drink. I lie back in bed and stare up at the ceiling in annoyance, the minutes trickling by until finally, my bedroom door opens.
I sit up and clutch my sheets, my heart instantly beginning to pound wildly as I watch Zane walk in wearing nothing but a towel, stray drops of water running down his chest. The door closes behind him, and he leans against it, his entire attention on me. “You owe me something, don’t you, Goddess?” he murmurs, his gaze heated.
The endearment makes my heart skip a beat. It’s been so long since he called me that, and I missed it more than I’d ever admit. “I do,” I whisper as I rise to my knees, a shy smile on my face as I drop the blankets and show him I’m naked underneath.
“Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair, drawing my eyes to his abs.
“Come here,” I demand, my heart racing.
He takes a step forward, and then another, his eyes never leaving mine. I love the way his breathing accelerates, the way he hardened in the few seconds it took him to take in my body. I love the way he still wants me.
I grab his towel the second it’s within reach and yank it off impatiently, making him chuckle. “So needy,” he whispers as he kneels on my bed, his hand wrapping into my hair. “Tell me, Celestial, have you been lying here thinking about me?”
I nod and let my hand roam over his chest, his tattoo even more beautiful in the moonlight. “I’m always thinking about you,” I admit, the words escaping my lips without conscious thought.
“Such a good wife,” he whispers, pulling me closer until my body is pressed against his. He tightens his grip on my hair and leans in until his mouth is hovering over mine. “I’ve been counting down the seconds, you know? It’s almost like your father and brother knew I was dying to come up here to fuck you, because every time I tried to get away, they reeled me back in. It was maddening.”
I chuckle and capture his bottom lip between mine before kissing him, my arms wrapping around his neck. “I’ll reward you for your patience,” I promise, deepening our kiss. He groans and runs his hands over my body like he can’t get enough, and it emboldens me, makes me feel like the most beautiful woman alive.
He kisses me like he’s desperate for me, like he’s been counting down the minutes just as I have been. Zane’s hand slips down my chest, his touch featherlight as his fingers trail between my legs, making me moan. He pulls back to look at me when he realizes how wet I am, his gaze sparkling with pure possessiveness. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers as his fingers slip into me, drawing a needy whimper from my throat. “Look at you, baby. You’re a goddess, and it’s fucking surreal that you’re mine.”
He curls his fingers, and I bite down on my lip to suppress my moans. “Give it to me,” I whisper. “I’ve been waiting so long.”
He grins and pulls his hand away, making me gasp in displeasure. My neediness only serves to amuse him further, and he watches me as his hand wraps around his cock. “You want this?”
I nod, near-delirious. For at least an hour, I’ve been lying in bed thinking about what he’d do to me, and he knows it. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want, Celeste. Use your words properly.”
I bite down on my lip and squeeze my legs together, my breathing erratic. “I want you to fuck my face the way I said you could.”
He raises his fist to his mouth and bites down on it, his gaze burning with need. It’s been years since he looked at me with such intense desperation, his defenses completely down. Right now, right here, he looks at me like I truly am his goddess. He rises to his feet and stands right next to my bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, betraying his need. “Lie back,” he orders, his voice low.
I do as he asks and position myself so my head is just off the bed and tilted backward, my entire body on display for him as my long hair brushes the floor. Zane inhales sharply when I open my mouth for him, his eyes meeting mine for a moment, before he steps forward and gently guides his cock into my mouth.
I take it eagerly, my tongue lapping at him the way I know he likes. He’s so careful with me as he thrusts into me shallowly, and I moan, wanting more. I want my husband to lose control, to use my mouth the way he did in the past. I suck down on him harder, my movements silent pleas, and he takes my cue. Zane begins to move his hips the way I hoped he would, fucking my face like I told him to. “Such a good fucking girl,” he groans, pushing into my throat. I swallow around him, loving the way he moans. “You’re so good at this, Goddess. You still know exactly what I like, don’t you?”
