EvangelineXander’s arm cages me from behind as the door closes behind Carter. His breath is a whisper against my neck.I lean back into him, a smile curling my lips. “You’re a very clingy man, Mr. Alexander.”“Hm…” he drawls, trailing kisses up the valley of my neck to the back of my ear. “There’s just something about my beautiful wife that draws me in.”I turn to face him. “Really.”He nods. “Really.”“Let’s sit for a moment, Xander, and talk.” I tap his bicep as I step out of his hold and walk to the dinning and taking a sit.Xander stares after me with a serious look on his face, lips pursed as though wanting to ask why I suddenly sound so serious.I offer him a smile, tapping another seat and tipping my head to gesture him over. He moves, prowling forward on hesitant steps until he closes the distance and settles into the seat beside mine.“What’s wrong, Angel?” He asks, threading his fingers through mine.“Nothing,” I swallow, “I just wanted to talk to you about names.”He rais
Alexander“Or maybe we give them what they want.” Evangeline’s voice, filled with certainty, cuts me off. My brows furrow, she squeezes my hand with reassurance while she explains. “I’ve been thinking about how I’d announce this, so now that it’s a hot topic, then I guess we’ll have to use this opportunity.”Carter’s brows shoot up. And I can see his ears rising with interest. “I’m all ears.”“I was thinking about having a professional photoshoot here or at Xander’s place. It’ll be a casual social media post, but it’ll raise a lot of dust, because we’ll make sure to confirm that we’re married and not just dating.”“And how does that help us?” I ask. “You know what will happen if we do that. Chanel will make sure everyone who cares to know, knows that it was you in those pictures—““Yes,” Evangeline nods, her face relaxed like she doesn’t care about that. “That’s exactly what I want her to do. The world will hate me, call me a whore, call me a home-breaker. And that’s when we’ll partn
Alexander“It seems you and Xander have been close a long time, Carter, since you both share almost the same brain cells.” Evangeline chirps.I knew she was going to comment on that identical statement me and Carter made: “To be liked by Evangeline.” It’s something we came up with years ago when someone who couldn’t stand either of us suddenly started treating us with a bit of kindness.I look up from my plate, my eyes meeting Carter’s uncertain ones. He raises a brow, I offer him an imperceptible nod.I don’t know why he’d need my permission to strike up a conversation with my wife.His throat moves with a swallow as he swallows the remaining bit of food in his mouth. “We’ve known each forever. Ever since we were teenagers.”I laugh at the memories.Angel wipes down the corners of her mouth before setting down the napkin and turning to Carter with a smile. “Really?”“Yes.” He answers, “Alexander was the weird rich kid. And I was the cool not so rich kid. He needed a backbone, I neede
AlexanderThe morning comes to me in bits and pieces.Soft light filters through the unclosed curtains. A moan sounds close to me, followed by steady shuffling.My core pulls tight, ripping a groan from my throat. Warmth wraps around my cock, a wet warmth that squeezes me in and stretches.“Fuck,” I grind out, tugging off the duvet to look down.Evangeline lies on her side, her ass pressed up against me, my dick shoved deep into her cunt as she rides out her orgasm.This woman has a stamina on her. Not that I’m complaining.My hand instinctively falls to her waist, guiding her pace. She throws her head against my chest, a loud cry escaping like I’ve helped her reach her pleasure point. Her body trembles violently as louder cries leaves her.Her wall squeezes me tighter, I bury my head into her hair and inhale her scent; maybe to muffle my moan.She curls her fingers into the sheets.I curl mine tighter against her waist.She jerks.I jerk.She moans.I grunt.We reach a pinnacle toge
Evangeline“I want you inside me, Xander.” “Say that again, baby.”“I want you,” I say breathlessly, “inside me…” I rub the tip of my nose against his cheek. “I can’t hold it anymore. I need you…”His breath shudders against my mouth. For a second, he remains unmoving as though soaking in my words. Like he’s trying to remember this moment for the rest of his life.“Are you sure?” he asks.“Very… very sure,” I tell him. “Just don’t stop telling me I’m beautiful.”“Never,” he whispers, immediately fusing his lips with mine and kissing me. Deep. Slow. His tongue slides against mine, his teeth nibble my bottom lip. He sucks it into his mouth, pulls away and then releases with a pop.“Turn around,” he whispers, voice barely hanging onto control.My heart skips. My body obeys.I turn slowly, my pulse ticking at the base of my throat, every nerve beneath my skin wound tight with anticipation.Alexander’s body is warm and solid behind me as he presses his chest into my back and curls an arm
EvangelineHis skin is warm against mine.His fingers are trembling against my skin.Every inch of my skin now burns red from Alexander’s mouth-ly worship. A moan rumbles in my throat, my fingers tightening on the mass of dark hair sprawled over my abdomen as Xander’s kiss lingers on my pelvis.Storm-grey eyes catch on mine like magnets.I shudder.The last time Alexander had me in this position, I was just Evangeline, a girl he took back to his hotel from some club.Today, four months later, I’m his woman, the mother of his child, and his wife.So much can change in a short time.He trails his lips down my thigh while he kneads the other hand.Our gazes meet.He smiles. “Do you know what I want to do to you, Angel?” his hand dips between my thighs, grazing my pussy as he kisses his way to my feet.“Xander…”“I want you toes in my mouth, baby,” his voice is pleading.He starts to plant soft kisses on my toes, one after the other until all ten of them. I moan, physically trying not to