“Is that what you want, angel?” he whispers. “You want me to pretend you’re not my wife? You want me to make a filthy woman out of you?” She turns her gaze upward and meets his. With a wicked little smirk on her face, she nods. “Yes, I do.” He holds her delicately by her chin. And I watch with keen interest as he slides his hand up her jaw, slowly easing two fingers into her mouth. She sucks on them while staring into his eyes. And even though she just said she doesn’t want to be his wife tonight, there sure is a lot of adoration on her face. After pulling his fingers from her mouth, he moves
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