Page 89 of Enticing

“Yeah well, I had a great example to watch.” Dad throws his cards on the table and fakes frustration while Izzy giggles.

“Leo,” she calls out. “Is Mommy okay? Auntie Gracie said her head hurt and that we had to be kinda quiet.”

Auntie Gracie . . . I love my family.

“Yeah, short cake. She’ll be okay. Her head just hurts. I’m going to go check on her.”

She takes my dad by the hand and pulls him to his feet. “Come on, Grandpa. Let’s pop popcorn and watch a movie.”

And there goes the GOAT being dog-walked by a five-year-old.

Like I said, I had a great example of a good man.

I crack the door to our dark bedroom, not wanting to wake her, but my wife rolls over as if sensing me. “Leo... are you okay?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” I cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed. “I am now.”

Addie

Leo’s hands slide over my cool skin as his eyes take me in. “I fucking love you,” he whispers.

“Then show me,” I beg, needing to reassure myself he’s here and he’s fine.

Leo gently lifts my shirt over my head, careful not to get my hair caught, and I fumble with the buttons on his, needing help.

Needing him.

“Leo . . .” I whimper.

“Shh, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” His lips brush mine, and my skin warms with the need coursing through it. “I’ll always have you, Addie. Always.”

I tug at his belt, then fumble with his pants and boxers as I shove them down his legs.

His big body, always so gentle with me, covers mine until our hearts beat in unison, and I close my eyes and hum. “I need you, husband.”

I take him in my hand and rub the thick head of his cock against my soaking wet core, making both of us moan until he pushes inside me and steals my breath.

“I love you, Leo,” I whisper against his lips as he drives his hips against mine in slow, deep, tender strokes.

Taking his time.

Taking control.

Worshipping me.

Whispering words I never knew I needed to hear until tears sting my eyes.

We move slowly and gently, taking our time and relishing this connection we both so desperately needed as we cling to each other.

I come on a silent cry as hot come fills me, and Leo somehow mends all the pieces of my shattered soul.

We lay there silently until I’m lifted in strong arms and carried to the shower, where we wash off the night before and wash away all the pain.

EPILOGUE

LEO

She didn’t survive the storm. She became it.

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