Page 120 of Wilde Abandon

Chapter thirty

Fox’seyescrossedandthe screen in front of him went blurry.He’d been working on some intricate coding, trying to get the system setup just right for a new client while he’d been waiting for Melody to come home.

He missed her.

He’d never felt this way about anyone.

Other women came and went without really leaving a mark on him.She was in his head and heart, as indelible as a tattoo.

She wasn’t a memory that would fade.She was the past he couldn’t forget and the future he wanted.

Her love was the warmth in his heart and the breath in his lungs.

He checked the clock.Just past midnight.She’d be home soon.

Anticipation rode him hard.

He scrubbed his hands over his face and dug two fingers into his scratchy eyes, then rose and turned off all the lights as he headed from his office to the bedroom.He’d take a quick shower while he waited for her.

He turned on the water, dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor, and stepped into the wide stall.The steamy spray hit his sore shoulders and tight neck.He stood there for a good five minutes, letting the heat and pelting spray relax him.After a quick soap and rinse, he stepped out, toweled off, turned off the lights, and crawled into bed, noting that Melody was running late tonight.

No worries.He’d just rest a little after a long day.She’d wake him with a sweet kiss.He’d tumble her to her back, kiss her senseless, then have his wicked way with her, his cock buried deep in her heat.The two of them connected.One.He’d love on her for as long as she wanted.He’d let her set the pace.If she wanted it quick and dirty, or slow and sweet, didn’t matter to him as long as he had her in his arms.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he felt the bed dip and the sheet covering him slide down his skin.The soft cotton brushed over his cock in a delicious tease as sleep faded and he became more aware of his surroundings.His cock thickened with anticipation, especially when Melody planted soft kisses over his chest, making him moan.Anticipation built.

“Fuck, baby, don’t stop.”

Her soft hair brushed his skin, heightening the pleasure as she planted another open-mouthed kiss on his pec.He didn’t want to move.He just wanted to feel.

And it only got better as she pressed one kiss, two, three down his happy trail, her mouth so achingly close to his cock.He wanted her lips around his shaft, her tongue licking up and down his length.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.”He wanted her mouth on him.Her hands, too.But instead she teased him with kisses up his stomach and sternum as she headed for his mouth, he hoped.

He got a whiff of her hair.The scent subtle and clean, not the usual raspberries he’d become used to in her hair and skin and lingering in the bathroom after her shower.

He paused for a second.Something felt off.

The bed shifted as she straddled him, her warm skin sliding against his as her thighs bracketed his hips.And just as she settled over him, her soft, wet folds sliding against his hard length, he smoothed his hands up her thighs and froze for half a heartbeat, then buckedwhoeverthe fuck was on him off.

His heart jackhammered in his chest as he tried to catch a breath past his shock, fury, and yes, fear.

A startled shriek sounded seconds before he tapped on the bedside lamp and turned to face the fucking intruder.

“Fox!Seriously, it’s just me.”

He stared at Amy’s flushed cheeks as she stood next to the bed naked and brushed her hair out of her face.

This could not be happening.

He spotted her clothes at the end of the bed, grabbed them, and tossed them straight at her, hitting her in the chest.“Get dressed.Get out.Hurry up.”He bent his legs, not even a little self-conscious about being naked, planted his elbows on his knees, held his head, and rocked back and forth, trying to think through the rage and not look at the naked woman he wanted to physically remove from his apartment.Now.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Amy press her hands and one knee on the bed like she was about to crawl back to him.

Before he could say or do anything—

“What the fuck!”Melody stood in the open door, her face a mask of pain and fury.A tear slipped down her cheek one second before she fisted her hands at her side and repeated, “What the fuck!”

He leaped from the bed and took three steps toward her before he stopped in his tracks at her death glare.“Melody.”Her name came out as a plea and apology all at the same time even though… “It’s not what it looks like.”

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