Page 44 of State of Alert

“In good time.”

She exhaled and then gasped when he doubled down, taking her up and over the edge so quickly, she never saw it coming until she was in the middle of it, shaking like a tree in a tornado.

Then he was pushing inside her, riding the waves of her release, taking her up again like the first time had never happened—another thing that’d been unthinkable before him.

“Hey.”

She opened her eyes to find him watching over her. “Hey, yourself.”

“What’s up?”

Sam smiled. “You are.” She ran her hands down his back to cup his ass and pull him deeper into her.

He gasped from the impact. “Way to almost finish me off, babe.”

“I do what I can for my person.”

As his laughter rang out, he never missed a beat, rolling them so she was on top, startling her out of her stupor to realize he’d turned the reins over to her.

She brushed the hair back from her face and then rested her hands on his chest, watching him closely as she pivoted her hips and made his eyes roll back in his head. Her aching knees made their presence known, but she ignored the pain to focus on the pleasure.

His fingers dug into her hips as he arched into her, nearly making her forget that she was in charge.

She recovered and took great pleasure in drawing out the suspense now that she was controlling the situation, even as her knees screamed from the friction of the bed against her bandages.

“Samantha…”

“Yes, Nicholas?”

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what? Exactly what you did to me?”

“Yeah, only better.”

“There’s nothing better than you.”

“I disagree.”

“We can fight about that later. I’ve got work to do.”

His laughter quickly became a groan as she picked up the pace, driving them both to explosive releases that left them panting in the aftermath.

“Holy moly,” he whispered as he held her close to him.

This was her favorite part, the peaceful quiet that followed wild passion. Not that she didn’t love an orgasm or two as well. The thought made her giggle.

“It’s not polite to laugh when your husband is still throbbing inside you.”

That only made her laugh harder.

“What is so funny?” he asked indignantly.

“I was thinking that I like this part the best, the aftermath, the cuddling, but then I thought a couple of orgasms don’t suck either. That made me laugh, and then you made it worse by being prissy.”

He rolled her so suddenly, she had no time to prepare before she’d landed on the bed with a large, still-aroused man on top of her. “Who you calling prissy?”

Sam laughed helplessly as he started to move again, showing her with every deep stroke that he was anything but prissy. She was as tired as she’d ever been, but what did sleep matter when your sexy, insatiable husband was gearing up for round two?

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