“I need to be inside you,” I pant against her lips, gripping tighter to her hair. “Ryan—mmmph—” I silence her protest with another kiss. She’s gonna say something dumb about how we’re ‘waiting until our honeymoon’ because it’s ‘fun.’ Well, fuck that. This time last week, I was fucking my wife whenever and however I wanted. Then she swooped in with her suitcase and her teasing smile and cut me off without warning. If I knew pressing her against the kitchen counter was all I was gonna get for a week, I would have kept her bent over that damn counter all morning long. “I want to be inside my
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