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“Hold up,” I call out as I jog toward her. “You’ll need help trying those on.”

“Uh-huh,” she replies. “What a good husband you are, volunteering to help me try on clothes.”

“I take my job very seriously.”

I take a seat on the lounge chair and intently watch her undress. Her eyes float to meet mine in the mirror a couple of times, but she’s focused on the task at hand. As soon as she gets the scraps of lace on, I’m instantly hard and ready to f*ck her until neither of us can walk out of here. The white shelf bra only covers the underswell of her breasts, just enough to push them up and keep them on full display. The matching crotchless panties have me salivating uncontrollably. Add her high heels, making her legs seem even longer and leaner, and I couldn’t wait another minute if I tried.

“Living with you is hell on my figure. Look how much weight I’ve gained with you making me eat all the time,” she complains.

“You’re imaging things. I only see perfection in every inch of you. Come here and I’ll show you.”

Eager to get my hands on her, I shoot up from the chair and reach for her. She willingly steps into me, strips me naked, and pushes me back down on the lounger before the head on my shoulders can catch up. When she kneels in front of me and looks up from under her lashes, the impish grin she flashes me nearly undoes me. Then she takes me into her mouth, and the warm, wet sensation floods my entire body. With her soft lips wrapped around me, she quickly moves her head and hand in tandem up and down my length, bringing me closer to the edge with each stroke.

My head falls back involuntarily while my hands grip her hair. My hips automatically match her rhythm, thrusting up as her mouth comes down, until I feel the back of her throat. “Baby, you have to stop. Not like this.”

She slows her movements and meets my gaze. “You want me to stop?”

“Fuck no, I don’t want you to stop. But the first time I come as your husband, I want to be buried deep inside you.”

“How do you want me?” she asks seductively.

“On top. Climb on.”

I lean back and watch as she straddles me. The combination of skin and lace is driving me crazy. She guides me into her and I watch, mesmerized, as she slides down my shaft. She wraps around me with a perfect fit, her inner walls clenching around me as she grinds her hips. Pushing my hips up, I drive farther inside her with each thrust. Before long, the urge to empty myself in her is overwhelming and the way she throws her head back while screaming my name makes it impossible to wait.

“Now, baby. I need you to come now,” I growl through gritted teeth. I’m holding on by a thread. I drive into her harder and faster until her body contracts around me, soaks me, and milks me dry.

She falls forward until our bodies are flush. We’re both breathing heavily from all the energy we expended. “Layne,” I say softly. She lifts her head to look at me and I take the opportunity to claim her mouth. “You are incredible. I love you, my wife.”

“I love you, my hubby.”

Two outfits and two more rounds later, we’re finally ready to leave Serena’s shop. I drop a couple hundred-dollar bills on the counter to cover the extra two items we christened. We stop for a late lunch and arrive home relaxed, with a couple of hours to spare before we meet with the social worker.

After I unlock the front door, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her across the threshold. She looks at me with surprise and I wink. “Just a tradition,” I explain. “Nothing superstitious about it.” Once we’re inside, I kiss her softly and savor her unique taste before I put her down.

“Before we get busy with the home study, you should go pack for a few days. We leave first thing in the morning.”

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“Did you really think that was the only honeymoon you’d have? Make sure you pack those new outfits you just got.” I waggle my eyebrows at her. “We still need to get a lot more use out of them this week.”

The social worker arrives to conduct the home study and we share the news of our very recent nuptials. After several questions about our job security, reasons why we want to adopt, and how River will adapt to a new baby in the house, she unofficially says she thinks we’d be wonderful adoptive parents. When Zoe gets home from work, we share the good news with her and let her know that we’ll be away for a few days on our honeymoon.

Falling asleep with my wife in my arms after a day of lovemaking is the best feeling. She fills a part of me that has been missing my whole life. The missing piece of my heart, my soul, the part of me that makes me who I am. “Good night, beautiful. I love you,” I whisper to the darkness, knowing she’s already sound asleep.



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“Where are we going?” Layne asks excitedly as we climb in the truck.

“Do you really want to know? Or do you want to be surprised?”

“I want to know. Always. In general, lawyers don’t like surprises.”

I throw my head back in a laugh. “Touché. I should’ve known that. The next four days, we’re staying in a luxurious, five-star beach resort in Destin. We’ll be completely alone to do whatever we want. No kids, no job responsibilities, no teenage baby incubators. Just my wife and me. Clothes are completely optional.”