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The smirk on his face, “In a hurry?”

I nodded. “I really want my husband's cum.”

Suddenly, all playfulness was gone in his eyes. That crazed possession was back. That I loved.

“Open.” He grabbed my hair, slowly guiding my mouth up and down him. “Can you taste yourself on my cock?”

My answer was a muffled moan. Which seemed to only drive him crazier.

His shoulders rolled back as he fucked my throat at a speed. He couldn’t talk. Every groan just turning me on more.

Squeezing my thighs together, as his head fell back, finishing down my throat.Fuck.

I blinked quickly. I didn’t want the tears ruining my view.

I’d never get over seeing him do that. Every tattooed muscle tense, as he held my head. Before going weak, letting me take control. Slowly moving my hand up and down him, licking him clean,

Watching as his eyes slowly opened, he looked down at me.

My heart raced so fast, I took his hand from my hair. “I love you.”

The drunken possession in his eyes, as he looked at me, completely speechless.

His fingers gently ran up and down the back of my thigh as I laid beside him on the outdoor lounge. I was never one for resort staying, but I could get used to this. Sneaking a look over my shoulder, I really loved seeing him so relaxed.

Though maybe our sex marathon had worn him out. Shifting, I went up on my knees, his hand going over my ass, before I turned to sit over his lap.

Lightly running my nails along his shoulders, up his neck. His eyes were still closed as I moved my nails through his hair. Yeah. I really loved seeing him relaxed.

I gently kissed his lips and pulled back. “Is my husband awake?”

“I love that,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed, “Being yours.” His fingers ran down my back.

My heart raced at the thought that maybe it had as much effect on him as my love and my wife had over me.

Holding his face, I kissed him again. “I’ve been thinking about stepping back for a bit,” my throat tightened, “from my family.”

His hand paused on my back.

“I would hand over the international connections to Uncle Felix and my cousins. Do this one last trip and…” my stomach twisted into a knot, “step back.” The same emotion started to strangle me. “You wouldn’t consider it as betraying the family, right?”

His fingers started to move again, slowly running over the tattoo on my back. Maybe reminding me which family I now belonged to.

“My love, do you really want my honesty?”

“Yes.”

“They’ve overworked you for years. Undervalued you. You’re the kingpin of their organization. The glue to the family. You stop working, everything falls apart,” he slowly opened his eyes, anger smoldering, “it’s overdue for them to realize that.”

For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel a need to prove myself. Perhaps it would be nice not to be at the beg and call ofmy phone, talking through problems that most of the time were preventable.

“It would be so freeing not to be tied to the airfield. Going weeks without flying multiple times a day.” I sighed, “But then I might get bored.”

I traced his neck tattoo down his chest. His body was a piece of art. The tattoos, the muscles, the scars. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. Over the faded scar. His cousins’ wives were right. That night, when he claimed me. I wished I had enjoyed it more.

“Might be a great opportunity to use your credit cards.” he pulled the tie at the front of my bikini top. “My wife promised me high maintenance. I miss that look, the one you used to get, when you got a new pair of high heels.”

“Our wardrobe is full,”