Page 128 of His Wild Seduction

Okay. I kinda liked when he was ridiculously possessive and protective of me.

I mean, he was so caring with me, so loving and attentive, it was hard not to believe how much he loved me.

Which was fine because I loved him just as much.

“Little Red?”

Speaking of the Big Bad Wolf, I mused and turned to face him.

“What are you doing home so early?” I asked.

I was smiling, so it was hard to pretend I wasn’t happy to see him. And I kinda sorta had to admit I loved his nickname for me. I mean he had a few, but I loved how he called me Little Red.

It had nothing to do with my hair. And everything to do with him being the Big Bad Wolf, and his insatiable appetite for me.

Josef wandered closer, grabbing my waist and dragging me against his body.

“Adrik mentioned today was the day you three decided to have your bread party. I came home to help,” he said and kissed me quickly.

He looked over my head and frowned, noting the convection wall oven was already on.

“I guess you beat me to it,” he said, humming deep in his throat.

It was difficult not to react to that noise. The rumbling was so sexy, it had the most predictable effect on me. I’d scold him for distracting me, but really, why bother?

“I’m sorry, I would have waited, but I didn’t know you were coming,” I said, my voice breathless.

“I see. So, how long till it’s ready to be uncovered?” he asked.

I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was already acquainted with the method of baking.

All the vlogs said sourdough should be covered for the first forty-five minutes to an hour, then uncovered for the rest of the baking time to crisp up the crust.

“An hour,” I whispered, practically panting.

“I know how we can spend an hour,” Josef said, biting on his lower lip as he dragged a hand down my body, cupping my ass.

The shorts I had on were just for the house. Loose and comfortable, they left nothing to the imagination.

Also, I didn’t have on any underwear, so when he slid his hand between my thighs and found only my bare sex, Josef groaned.

“No panties? That’s it. You’re gonna pay for that, Wife,” he grunted, bending down, and hefting me over his shoulder.

“Josef!” I cried out.

I gasped, clinging to him. I was caught between shock and primal need. His big hand came down hard over my ass cheek.

The sting was immediate, but he soothed it with tender caresses from his fingertips as he brought me to our room, dropping me on the mattress with a hard bounce.

I tried to scramble away. I knew he would never hurt me, but it was only natural to run when you were being hunted.

The blazing look in my husband’s whiskey colored eyes left no doubt I was being hunted. And by my very own Big Bad Wolf.

Normally, I’d say if he was lucky, I was going to let him catch me. But really, it was the other way around.

When, not if, Josef caught me, I’d be the lucky one.

“Naughty Girl, walking around up in here with no panties on when I’m not home,” he growled, grabbing my ankle, and flipping me on all fours.

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