Page 101 of His Wild Seduction

“All I ever wanted was you. You that’s it. My whole fucking life, I had no one. Then I took that job and there you were,” I said, shaking my head when she looked like she was going to interrupt.

“You were too young for me. Too good for me. Way too fucking pretty for me,” I said, and she shook her head, tears clinging to her copper lashes.

The sun winked at us from the sky outside the tall windows in our bedroom.

The special tint was designed so the light was never too bright, but it still made my wife look like a goddess.

All shimmery and soft, the pure sunshine filtered through the room, landing on her.

Like the sun itself couldn’t stay away from her, either.

“What are you saying?” she whispered.

“I’m saying, let's start again. Me and you. Let’s forget the past. Forget the world. Let's start fresh. Let's build something together.”

“But there’s so much history between us, Josef. Some of it, I don’t want to forget,” she argued, and yeah, she was right.

“Maybe we don’t forget, then. Maybe we just forgive. Maybe we just build from here. Is that better?” I asked, needing her to say yes.

A sob escaped her lips, and my heart clenched. She gasped, cupping a hand over her mouth.

“Please, Baby,” I begged.

“We’re already married, right? But what are you really saying, Josef?”

“Fuck, you’re not going to make this easy, are you?” I asked, grinning when she smiled at me through the tears trekking down her face.

“Nope.”

“Good Girl. You shouldn’t. You should always demand more of me, and I will always give it to you,” I said, loving her more with each passing minute.

“I'm saying what I should've said 15 years ago. I am saying I love you and I want you and I will do anything to make this work. I want our marriage to be real. Not one of convenience, for the sake of Gray Corps, or some shady fucking prick’s perversion of our past.”

“You love me?” she whispered.

Why was she so surprised?

Of course, I loved her.

What sane man wouldn’t? She was perfect.

“Yeah. Yes. Of course, I love you,” I said, cupping her cheeks and kissing away her tears.

“Well, are you just gonna leave me hanging?”

“Oh, Josef, I love you, too. I never loved anyone but you,” she confessed, and her words were like a balm to my wounded heart, healing it almost immediately.

Fuck. Thank fuck. She loves me.

“Okay. Good. Now our real life begins.”

Crashing into my wife, I sealed my mouth to hers in a desperate kiss I couldn’t contain.

She welcomed me with open arms, and I reveled in it.

This was the first time we’d both admitted how we felt.

The first time we loved with abandon, and it was glorious.

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