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TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 68

CHAPTER 41: TICKLE WARS AND WET MORNINGS-2

“Most men lack vision. His hand slides down to cup my ass, squeezing once. “I prefer to start my mornings with purpose.

“And your purpose this morning was…?”

“Making you come before you could overthink it.” He tilts his head, pretending to consider “Making you

forget your own name. Making you make that sound you made when I-”

I clap my hand over his mouth. “I did not make a sound.”

He licks my palm.

“Gross!” I yank my hand back, laughing, and he uses the distraction to roll us, pinning me beneath him with absolutely no effort.

His weight settles between my thighs and I can feel him hard against me, gloriously thick, and my body responds immediately despite the orgasm still tingling through my system.

“You made a sound,” he says, grinning down at me. “Several sounds. I’m considering recording them for future reference.”

“You absolutely are not.”

“You’re right. I’d rather hear them live.” He rocks his hips against me and my breath catches. Speaking of

which…”

“You’re insatiable.”

“You’re delicious.” He kisses my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast above the shirt I’m wearing-

his shirt, the one he must have put me in at some point last night. “I can’t be faulted for that

I should be annoyed. I should push him off and demand actual coffee and remind him that we have serious things to deal with today.

Instead I’m wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer, because apparently I’ve become the kind of woman who prioritizes orgasms over responsibilities

Growth, honestly

“Knox” I try to sound stern but it comes out breathy We probably have things we should be doin

“We are doing things he bites my n**** through the shurt fabric and yelp important things Esseobal things.”

“Things that don’t involve ah things that involve clothes and

“Overrated” He’s working his way down my body now clearly intent on round two, and my resolve crumbling faster than wet sand “Clothes are overrated Responsalities are userrated Everything that w this-” he licks a stripe up my inner thigh, is deeply tragically overrated

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“You’re ridiculous,” I tell him, but I’m also spreading my thighs wider, so my credibility is somewhat compromised.

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