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“It’s time, Wren. Take it all.”

I was gone, bliss and pleasure warring in my mind as I twisted and arched under his powerful body. Perhaps later I would remember the way his blue eyes clenched shut, his body pulsing and hot against mine as we stilled, completely intertwined.

My eyes fluttered open when Loren began to press soft kisses to the side of my face and hair. And as I lay there, his weight a delicious pressure washing away the earlier anxiety, I wondered how I could feel like a completely different person in only a few hours.

Gone was the girl who had fled a shower because her husband was in it. Gone was the girl who had shivered through her wedding vows.

I was here and now. I was complete.

“How are you feeling?” Loren’s gruff voice made me smile as I turned my head and let him keep kissing me.

“Very good. A little tired.”

“Not too sore.”

I shook my head, a bit surprised at that. Tomorrow may be a different story, but for now, I was utterly content. At least until his hands slipped under my body and he rolled, dragging me on top of him.

“Loren? What are you—?”

“Just getting us comfortable.”

I leaned down, the strokes of his hand down my spine so lovely I would’ve purred had I had the ability. Yawning, I curled up on his chest. My eyes were almost closed when I felt a tight clench deep inside my body, and I jerked upright.

“Oh God, I should get up, get cleaned up. I’m sure I’m covering you in…uh…us.”

Loren’s hands fell to my hips and held tight. “Not so fast.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re going to sleep like this.” He grinned at me for a moment. “I know you’re perfectly capable, based on the fact you were just dozing there.”

I felt the heat in my cheeks, even as I ducked my chin. “Oh, but don’t you want me to get cleaned up?”

Loren growled low in his throat, sitting up on an elbow and shifting me slightly on his still-thick cock. “On the contrary. I will be staying right here—” he rolled his hips, reseating himself deeper inside my still-slick pussy “—all night.”

I blinked slowly, a warmth for this man glowing under my skin. “You want that?”

“To spend the night inside my wife? Yes. I want to keep my cum as deep inside her womb as possible. Also, yes.” Loren leaned back, dropped his head to a pillow, one muscular arm propped up behind him.

I leaned forward once more, and a heavy hand slowly stroked over me, lulling my thoughts back to that quiet bliss. “I guess I’ll get comfortable, then.”

Loren grinned up at me as I got settled on his chest. “I already have.”

CHAPTER TEN

LOREN

MaybeI’dhadthewrong idea of marriage. Which was no surprise, considering my father and mother had loathed each other since I was a small child. But this marriage, this partnership I was laying down with Wren—it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

And it wasn’t because of the sex, delicious as it was. It was more. I had fucked that girl on every surface of the main house now, but nothing, and I meant nothing, felt as good as waking up with her body wrapped around mine.

Legs. Arms. Everything, wrapped up in mine. Even her fingers entwined with mine, holding my hand over her belly as we slumbered.

It was painfully domestic. But day by day, I found myself craving it more. The way I would come home to her working away on her computer, her smile waiting for my lips. Her body waiting for my cock.

I had no intention of standing in her way professionally. I loved that she spent all day consulting with these big-name companies and athletes, all clamoring for her opinion on health and nutrition. Hell, at this point, I found her brain as sexy as the rest of her.

And two weeks in, I had not absolutely no control over my traitorous heart. He belonged to her. Completely and utterly. And when she fell asleep at night, her body coiled around mine, my mind was consumed with what the future could look like.