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No, I just wanted to be right here in this moment, feasting on my Wife’s gorgeous body. I groaned, licking into her cunt, then moving down towards her puckered rosebud while I filled her channel with two fingers. She gasped, panted, and her legs shook.
I gathered moisture between my fingers, pressing my pinky to her tight little asshole. Losing myself in all the mysteries that were my wife, I licked my way to her clit.
“Liam, please. Husband,” she begged.
“Go on, Wife. Let go,” I growled, grinning when I felt her hands go right to my head.
She pushed my face into her sex as I fucked her ass and cunt with my hand, lapping at her clit the whole while.
Knowing I was the one giving her pleasure was better than any high. I feasted on the rush of arousal spilling from her, staking my claim, encouraging my hunger for her, indulging in my need to make her come.
Michaela moaned long and loud. She fell apart in my arms. And I covered her with my body, filling her with my aching cock, knowing she was the only thing that could offer relief.
The pleasure I found in her body was swift and immediate.
Like her body recognized its master.
Like she needed my cock as much as I needed her.
Michaela’s body cradled mine. She held me close, and my shallow thrusts were all we needed to fall over the edge into staggering bliss.
We came together like oceans colliding. A confluence of flesh, of needs and desires, of desperate measures taken to ensure our own survival.
Was it irony, then? The fact that I no longer believed I was capable of being on my own? That I had become so tangled in her that the thought of navigating life without her seemed impossible?
How had I gone from someone who had always prided myself on independence, on standing alone, to someone who couldn’t even imagine a single day without her by my side?
Was it irony that, as much as I had once obsessed over the future of ODI—its success, its growth, its place in the world—I now found myself caring more about the future of us than anything else?
The long-term vision of a company that had once consumed my thoughts now paled in comparison to the delicate, fragile reality of what we were building together day by day as we worked alongside one another, and night by night in this bed of ours.
Perhaps most of all, was it irony that I couldn’t even breathe without her? That with every passing second, I was more acutely aware of her presence, not just beside me, but inside me, like the very air I inhaled.
It wasn’t just need anymore—it was obsession. Insatiable hunger. Michaela was ambrosia to me.
And the idea of being without it—of being without her—was unthinkable.
Chapter 26-Michaela
The days leading to the Christmas party at my uncle’s house were filled with long work hours.
Sometimes I left the office building before Liam, taking the car with my own assigned bodyguard and driver back to the condo where I’d wait for my husband to come back home.
But that sucked. I hated the pacing and worrying. He worked too hard. But he believed in his company.
It was everything to him and coming from the background I did, I completely understood.
ODI was poised to revolutionize the industry. I wasn’t psychic, but anyone could see it was going to be the driving force that made nano batteries not just a futuristic concept but a tangible, everyday reality.
The company’s vision was clear.
We were going to make cutting-edge energy storage technology more accessible, bringing nano batteries into the mainstream for the products that consumers increasingly relied on.
This wasn’t just about innovation for the sake of it. It was about meeting an undeniable demand fueled by an insatiable desire for faster, more efficient, and more powerful devices.
Like smart phones.
PCs.