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Eyeing the assortment of clothes draped across his forearms, I smirked.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You couldn’t just bring one?”

“I wanted her to have options,” he answered, cutting me a look and then moving me out of his way so he could knock.

But we both heard the water running at full force and assumed it was okay for him to go in. He eased inside and came back shortly after with full hands instead of empty ones.

“Her clothes,” he supplied before I could ask. “I’ll wash them so they’re clean for her in the morning.”

“I love the way you take care of people. This is why I married you,” I teased, grabbing the back of his neck to pull his mouth against mine. Before I knew it, our tongues tangled in a familiar dance and I leaned into him, our torsos colliding.

“I’m sure there were other reasons,” he said, biting my lip when I tried to kiss him again.

Then he was gone, leaving me to watch his retreat with the same smile from earlier stretching my lips.

I wokeup to warm suction enveloping my morning wood. Wet sounds filled the silence of the early morning quiet, and I didn’t need to open my eyes to know Sincere was under the covers with his jaw unhinged to fit me inside. I heard a gurgling sound when I hit the back of his throat and my hips involuntarily lifted off the bed.

“Shit, Sin,” I groaned, my eyes popping open when he deliberately sucked the tip, spitting and using it as lube to jerk off the rest of my length.

Then he pulled his mouth off me entirely and pushed the sheets out of the way to slide me a knowing smile. “Oh, you’re up.”

“You knew that would wake me up.”

His smile slipped and I bit my bottom lip while he continued to run his hand up and down my erection. I was hard and glistening with a sloppy mix of his spit and my precum.

There was enough lubrication for the movement to create a nasty soundtrack as his hand worked up and down and then up again.

When he sat up and used his knee to widen the space between my legs, I hissed at the first press of his forefinger against the sensitive stretch of skin just beneath my balls.

I was wound tight as hell, my body tingling and taut with the need for release, but I didn’t want to do it like this.

“I don’t want to come in your hand,” I grit out, reaching for him.

Sincere ignored me at first, squeezing and stroking and applying just the right amount of pressure to make me see stars every time my eyes fell shut.

“Get the fuck up here.” My voice was harder, more demanding and it was enough to get my husband exactly where I wanted him—on top of me.

Together, we kicked the blanket and top sheet away until they tangled at the foot of the bed.

As soon as his torso was aligned with mine, I locked my arms around his waist, holding him tightly in place.

“You know how I feel about you waking me up like that,” I groaned against his lips, my eyes rolling back when his dick slid against mine.

“Mmm,” Sincere moaned when my hips rose, meeting his languid movements. “Remind me of how it makes you feel, Enzo.”

“Like—fuck,” I broke off on a hiss and held him against me tighter, not caring if it inhibited his breathing. I didn’t want him anywhere but right here, doing exactly what he was doing.

Sincere sucked my neck, his full lips fixated on my pulse point, and I’m sure it only skyrocketed under his attention. He grinded against me, dragging his hardness along mine. The friction we created was a sensation I’d do anything to prolong.

There was nothing like being wrapped up in Sincere Davenport. Ten years and I’d never gotten tired of being with him…like this. He was my partner for life, and I only ever wanted to give him everything. Whether that was a nut or the entirety of my trust fund, I didn’t care. He took care of me like no other and I wouldalwaysreturn the favor.

I felt the instant his precum joined mine in the mess of everything happening between us. It leaked against my stomach in a trickle of warmth and ran along the underside of his thick, veined dick. And I whimpered—fucking whimpered—like a bitch when he bucked his hips so I could feel him spreading the mess between us even more.

He braced his hands on either side of my face and looked down at me with lust and love and everything I adored shining in his eyes.

We stayed like that for a while, hips rocking as we maintained eye contact. Bliss edged into my senses and the same chemical reaction I had whenever he looked at me for too long took over.