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OLIVIA'S POV

Standing in the doorway, I watched as Kellan disappeared into the bathroom. The hum of the shower turning on brought a grin to my face. It had been two months since we'd confessed our love for each other, yet every moment with him was like the first: exciting, new, intoxicating.

I shed off my clothes, padded through onto the cold, bare feet to the shower, then slid inside. Kellan leapt and yelped out in surprise at first, but his face softened when he looked into my eyes-the smirk that so well characterized this curve on his lips, sent my heart off the starting blocks.

He wrapped his waist, pulling me closer to him and taking my lips in his. “You're getting naughty, little wife,” he murmured against my lips.

“You love me that way.” I smiled.

He lifted me to wrap my legs around me before pushing his member into my aching clit. I moaned at the contact and I held onto him tighter as he moved in and out of me.