Husband by Choice

“It’s been healed for weeks.”

The doctor voice wasn’t doing it. “I didn’t want to...”

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, Max.” Her soft words fell into the night air. “I won’t break.”

“You were...” He couldn’t repeat what that bastard had done to her. “By a man you trusted. I can understand completely that having a man touch you might be traumatic.”

“Max Bennet, are you trying to think for me again?”

Shit. “Maybe.”

“Well, don’t. And for your information, you want to know what I was doing on that bathroom floor after Steve beat the living crap out of me?”

He knew. She’d been bleeding to death. He got sick to his stomach every time he thought about it.

But he did think about it. Because he wasn’t ever going to make light of anything in their lives. His head was out of the sand and it was staying that way.

“I was dreaming about this,” she said, grabbing a hold of his penis and holding on.

He shifted, growing hard in her grasp, afraid he was going to explode in her hand. “You were inside me,” she said, “and doing this....”

Her hand moved up and down along the entire length of him. Yep, he was definitely going to explode.

“You said, ‘and two become one,’” she told him.

“I said that on our wedding night.”

“I know.”

Was she trying to drive him crazy? If so, she was succeeding.

He moved against her hand, beyond caring if he embarrassed himself all over her.

“Your words were there, Max,” she said, licking his nipple as she continued to ride him with her unbroken hand. “In my head and in my heart. You....” She squeezed his shaft and he was right there. “This.”

And then she kissed him, full on the lips, tongue to tongue, before lowering her mouth to kiss the head of his penis.

Max could have died a thousand deaths that night, but he didn’t. He was too busy finding inventive ways to make love with his wife that didn’t hurt her or their baby.

Because Max was going to spend the rest of his life making certain that his wife, Meredith Jenna Bennet, as he now thought of her, was never going to know pain from a man’s hand again.

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