Page 251 of By His Vow

“Giving you the full experience.”

Tugging her purse from her shoulder, I throw it across the room before pushing her jacket from her shoulders and then spinning her around to pull the zipper of her dress down.

Slowly, I push it from her shoulders and let it pool around her heels.

To keep it authentic, she needs to take them off, which is a damn fucking shame. Hooking my fingers under her bra, I unhook it before pulling it from her arms. She groans as I release her heavy breasts, and my hands twitch to reach for them. But I hold strong.

Keeping her back to me, I shrug out of my jacket and then pull my shirt over my head before tugging it over her body, covering her up.

“Kick your shoes off, baby, and then lie on the couch. Get comfortable.”

She instantly does as she’s told, and if that doesn’t get my dick impossibly hard, I don’t know what does.

“Where are you going?” she asks in a panic when I take a step back.

“I won’t be long. Relax, baby. You’ll get what you need, I promise.”

And with those words lingering in the air, I march into the bathroom and take a longer shower than I’d like to while I know she’s out there waiting for me.

It’ll be fucking worth it, though.

Those moments on the couch in their suite have played out on repeat in my head ever since. Along with the ones we added on our wedding night, of course.

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TATUM

Iwake to a rush of heat pooling between my thighs.

“Oh god,” I moan, attempting to squeeze my thighs together to squash the ache.

But I can’t

There’s something?—

“Kingston?” I gasp as I rip my eyes open and find his head between my thighs and his eyes locked on my face.

Fuck.

“Good morning,” he growls against me.

“Y-yeah,” I mutter like a brainless idiot.

I mean, honestly, what more can he expect when I get woken like this?

He swipes his tongue over my sensitive flesh and my body trembles, fully waking up.

“You fell asleep on me last night, Tatum,” he tells me.

My lips part as I try to remember.

I have vague memories of him carrying me into the apartment and laying me out on the couch, but anything after that is blank.

Shit.

His grip on my inner thighs tightens before he pushes them wider, giving himself space to work.

“Oh shit,” I gasp as he sucks on me.