I trailed my mouth across her cheek to her ear. “I want you.”

“Yes,” she replied, tugging at my shirt. “Yes, Julian.”

Seconds later, we were skin-to-skin, my heat soaking into her chilled flesh. I rediscovered everything I had forgotten, every memory of her I had tucked away in the dark recesses of my mind. The tiny group of freckles on her right breast I loved to tease with my tongue. The dimples on her elbows and knees. How dainty and elegant her ankles were under my fingers. The rounded curves where her hips met her waist and how ticklish she was. The sweet indent between her thighs where she was wet and ready for me. How she whimpered when my tongue touched her heat. She gasped my name, the longing in her voice ramping my passion higher.

She gripped at my shoulders and sank her fingers into my hair, yanking on the strands. She arched her back, pushing herself closer to my tongue. I lapped and teased, sliding one finger inside her, then two, riding out her unexpected orgasm. My cock was hot and heavy, aching to be joined with her. She shocked me when she pushed on my chest, and I fell back on the bed with a wry grin. My wife wanted to reacquaint herself with me as well.

I groaned as her eager mouth sucked on my nipples. I shivered as her blunt nails traced patterns on my skin. She nipped at my neck with her teeth, then followed the sting with a soothing swirl of her tongue. She pressed kisses to my new scars, her mouth lingering over them, tender and sweet. I cupped her face and kissed the tears that tracked down her cheeks, knowing the reason for them. The touches of her mouth were like small, healing balms on the marred flesh.

She teased and licked her way down my body, wrapping her hand around my erection.

“Oh God, Tally, yes, yes,” I groaned when her hot mouth slid over the head of my dick, her talented tongue swirling as she took me deep into the wetness of her throat. I arched my back, wanting more of her. I looked down, meeting her gaze. Wild blue met my dazed hazel, the expression and depth of passion in her eyes shaking me to the core.

“I need to be inside you. Now,” I demanded. “Now, Tally.”

She straddled me, guiding me to her center. She sank down, inch by glorious inch, until we were fused together. She rolled her hips, bracing herself on my chest, the movement making me hiss in pleasure. I gripped her thighs, encouraging her. “Ride me, Tally. Take what you want, baby. I’m yours.”

Her eyes darkened and she moved. Long, deep rolls of her hips. I thrust upward, matching her rhythm, not wanting to be separated from her. Her head fell back, small whimpers of pleasure escaping from her mouth. With a low roar, I sat up, gathering her close. We rocked and moved. Loved and fucked. She moaned my name as I tipped us over, lifting her legs to my shoulders, and began to thrust into her powerfully. She tightened around me, her muscles fluttering and seizing as she came hard, crying my name. I buried my face in her neck as ecstasy overwhelmed me. My orgasm was powerful, crashing into me like a tidal wave, sweeping my feet out from under me and leaving me twisting in the powerful current, unable to tell up from down as my world spun out of control.

Until it crested and I was at peace. Wrapped in my wife’s arms, my weight once again pressing her into the mattress. She held me tight, stroking my damp back with her gentle hands, murmuring my name.

I lifted my head, meeting her gaze.

“Stay,” I whispered. “We’ll work it out, Tally.” I kissed her. “Don’t leave me alone again.”

“I won’t, Julian.”

“I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you too.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Julian

Tally glanced across the table, her gaze anxious. I met her eyes, offering her a smile.

“What, baby?”

After we’d made love last night, I’d carried her back to the guest room and slid into the bed with her.

“I want you back in our bed.”

“I won’t be able to hear her,” Tally protested. “And I’ve read about how people can hack the monitors. It’s scary.”

“I’ll get Damien to make one. His will be unhackable.”

“Okay.”

“So, you’ll move back to our room? Turn this into a nursery?”

“Yes.”

I kissed her again, wanting to make love with her once more, except Julianna wanted to be fed. After that, Tally fell asleep, exhausted. My cockblocking child got me again.

“Are you going to work today?” she asked.

“For a while this afternoon.”

She looked away.

“Hey,” I called softly. “Elite needs to be looked after. I have to make sure everything is okay with Hidden Justice. It’s administrative stuff, Tally. Honest.”

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