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By the time he slid inside me, I was a crying mess. The tears were from frustration, and my husband didn’t seem bothered by them at all. I would even have said he enjoyed knowing he could have such a strong effect on me.

I cried out in relief as soon as he bottomed out inside me. Clenching around him, I felt undeniably at peace.

This was perfect.

It was us.

He was home.

Nothing and no one had ever felt so right. And the man hadn’t even moved yet.

My emotions suffocated me as I tried not to think about my feelings. The only feeling I needed was pleasure. Love wasn’t on the table. Not now, anyway.

I needed more time. Needed to be around him more.

People didn’t fall in love in less than a month. I didn’t really believe in that nonsense.

Yet as Takeshi shifted his hips back and drove forward into me, I wondered if I was lying to myself. Did I really not believe in it, or was I going off something someone else had told me? Could my feelings for him be that far along? Was I in love, or maybe getting close?

Good sex was good sex. I knew this.

But even before he’d been inside me, I held great affection for my husband. We might not have met in the most traditional way, yet he and I had bonded with our endless time together.

“Faster,” I begged when he kept an agonizingly slow pace.

He shook his head, then gripped my hands in his, pinning me to the bed. I arched up against the restraints. Not because I wanted to be free or anything.

Fuck that.

He could hold me down forever.

But I needed more. I needed him to move faster or to thrust harder. Anything to get me over the edge. I was close. So damn close.

“Please, please, please…”

His hips thrust forward hard at my cries.

My gasp echoed through the room as my cock began to leak. As my gaze went to watch the mess I was making, Takeshi followed to see what had my attention.

At the sight of my weeping length, he let go of my hands and wrapped one around it. I yelped, shifting my hips like I could maybe get more from him.

More of his hands on me.

More of his dick inside me.

Anything. I just needed more.

CHAPTER 17

TAKESHI

My husband was sobeautiful when he was desperate.

God, I loved it.

Did I expect us to reach this point today? No, I hadn’t.

We’d been playing around with each other for a while now. It started with kissing and long make out sessions that involved some grinding. That shifted to hand jobs and blow jobs. I’d rimmed him once, to which he came in a matter of minutes.

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