Page 122 of Unleashed

“It makes no sense. Do you know how many times I wanted to ask you out?”

“That’s all in the past,” I said firmly, holding up my hand, the diamond wedding set glinting on my ring finger. “I’m your wife now, and I have the hardware to prove it.”

“I know, but it’s still hard to believe.”

“Take me back to our villa,” I commanded, my heart racing with desire.

“Don’t be mad at me,” he said, a hint of concern in his voice.

“I’m not mad. I want you to make love to me.” I stepped closer, my voice low and sultry.

He flashed a wicked grin. “Why not on the beach?”

“Because we’re both wet, and the last thing I want is sand in a sensitive spot,” I shot back, my heart pounding with both frustration and exhilaration.

“Hmm, I have to agree.” He scooped me up, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried me toward our villa.

As soon as we burst through the door, our dripping clothes became a tangled heap on the floor. Slade pressed me against the door, his body a powerful anchor as he took me with a hunger that ignited every nerve ending. My face pressed against the cool wood, memories of Michael flickered through my mind, unwanted but persistent. Just as I tried to push them away, Slade sank his teeth into my shoulder.

“Oww! Why did you do that?” I gasped, startled.

“I’m marking my territory,” he growled into my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“You don’t need to mark me,” I protested, breathless.

He flattened his palm against my back, thrusting harder, urgency building. “Come, Morgan. Come before I do.”

“Not yet. Make this last,” I begged, desperate to prolong the pleasure.

“I can’t hold it!” he groaned, his body tightening.

In a frantic attempt to keep pace, I reached down to rub my clit, but it was too late. He grunted as he filled me, a mix of relief and frustration in his voice.

“I’m sorry,” he panted, sagging against my back.

“It’s fine,” I murmured, breathless.

“It’s not fine,” he replied, his voice thick with regret. “You should always come first. I promise to make it up to you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re more than generous in bed,” I said, turning to face him, wanting to see the sincerity in his eyes.

“I never want to become that guy.”

“I have doubts you ever would,” I reassured him, my fingers finding their way to his strong arms.

He pulled out slowly, his gaze intense as he turned me around, lowering his hand to my cleft. Slade slid his fingers through my folds, slicking them with our juices before expertly circling my clit.

I gripped his biceps, my eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built. I moaned his name, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I climaxed.

“See? It’s not so bad that I don’t come first,” he teased, a victorious smile on his lips.

“But it still should be that way. I want to make all your dreams come true.”

“You already do,” I said, feeling warmth spread through my chest. “I’m looking forward to a long and happy marriage.”

“Me too,” he said, and in that moment, I knew that despite the shadows of the past, we were building something beautiful together.

Our lives tookan unexpected turn a month after our honeymoon. Keaton had a minor heart attack and decided it was time to step down from Abbott and Associates. In the whirlwind that followed, Slade assumed the role of CEO by the end of October. I had expected to take over as vice president, but instead, he handed that position to another manager—a man. The slight stung more than I anticipated.

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