Page 76 of What About Now

He huffs out a laugh. “That is most certainly not okay. You come first. Always.”

“What kind of rule is that?” I ask him, smiling at the way he’s always taking care of me.

“It’s my rule. It should be every man’s rule.” He slowly pulls out and pushes back in. “You feel incredible wrapped around me. So hot and wet. I could live here, inside you, for the rest of my life.”

“Well, how about unlimited access the rest of your life? We still have jobs and families we have to see,” I tease him.

“There is no one else but you. You’re all I see, all I feel,” he says, pushing back in. He’s finding a rhythm, and I love every second of it.

I want him closer. I need—I don’t really know what, but I know that I need something. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I hold on tightly, and he slides deeper.

“Fuck,” he rasps, as he continues to pump in and out of me. “Touch yourself.”

“What?”

“Slide your hand down to your pussy, and rub your clit. I need you to come because I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold on.”

Too turned on to care about what he’s asking me to do, I slide my hand between us and rub on my clit. Instantly, I moan at the contact. I’m so sensitive.

“There you go,” he praises. “Good girl. Keep going. I need you to come for me, Brogan.”

It’s as if his words have a direct line to my pleasure, because I feel it building. “Mad—” I try to say his name, but the feeling is too much. The fire of my orgasm builds as it rushes to my core. When it finally hits like a tsunami, I call out for him.

“That’s it, there’s my girl,” he says, pumping faster. “Fuck, you’re sexy. Your pussy is going crazy, baby.” He grits his teeth, and I feel the moment he releases inside me. Pulse after pulse until we’re both spent. Maddox somehow manages to flip us both over so I’m lying on top of him without losing contact.

He’s still buried inside me as I rest my head on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall as he labors for each breath.

“You doing okay?” he asks, kissing the top of my head.

I lift so that I can see him. “When can we do that again?” I ask, and he sputters with laughter. I find myself smiling at his reaction, even though I was deadly serious.

“You’re going to be sore,” he tells me, his breathing more even now.

“Worth it,” I say, and his body shakes as he laughs.

“Come on, wife. We’re all sweaty and messy. We need a shower.”

I climb off him, missing the connection, and he’s right. We’re messy, and we definitely need a shower. He follows me into the bathroom and turns on the water. As it’s warming, he lifts me into his arms, and I lock my arms and legs around him, accepting his kiss.

“I love you, Mrs. Lanigan.” His eyes are bright, and he looks happy.

He looks as happy as I feel, and I need him to know that, so I return his smile. “I love you too, Mr. Lanigan.”

“Why did we agree to do this again?” Maddox asks. He’s standing behind me while I try to finish getting ready. He trails his lips down my neck, distracting me.

“Because they’re our family, and we’ve been married for over five months and we have yet to host family dinner.”

“I want you to be my dinner.”

“Stop.” I laugh. “You are not going to get me all worked up before everyone gets here.”

“We have time.”

“They’ll be here in ten minutes.”

“I can be quick.”

“We both know that’s not true.” It’s been two weeks since we first slept together, and I’ve lost count of how many times since. We can’t keep our hands off each other, and it’s been… glorious.

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