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Addie turns back around, so she’s no longer facing me but lying completely against me. “You’re an easy person to love, Leo.”

If it’s possible, those words are even quieter. And I somehow know, while they’re not exactly what I was hoping to hear, they’re everything she can give me right now, and because of that,they’re everything.

I make another soapy sweep with my hands down her arms, then over her chest, loving the way she melts against me as I run them over her ribs, then up her thighs until I’m teasing her entrance.

“You and the girls are pretty easy to love, yourselves, Mrs. Sinclair.”

Carefully, Addie turns in my arms and ignores the bubbles sloshing over the sides of the tub. She wraps her legs around my waist and drags a wet finger down my face. “I’m not sure if I’m ever going to be able to give you more than that, Leo.”

I run my lips over hers. “I’ll never ask you for more than you can give me.”

Her beautiful chocolate eyes close as her pussy drags over my cock. “I’m not sure why you put up with any of this when you could have any woman you wanted.”

She brushes over me again, and I want nothing more than to push up inside her and give us both what we need. But she needs to hear this first.

“You are the woman I want, and I’ve got you right here in my arms. You’re my wife, Adelaide. Nothing about us may have happened the way you think it was supposed to, but I think everything happens for a reason. And for whatever reason, we were brought together. You were always meant to be mine.” I push the damp curls falling from her bun away from her face. “Mine, Addie. And I protect what’s mine. Nothing is ever going to hurt you again. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Leo.”

“Mine, wife.” I reach down and drag my cock through her sex, and her breath hitches.

“Yours,” she whispers and sinks down on my cock. “Now show me what it feels like.”

Addie

Pleasure spikes, and my body screams and vibrates with need as I sink down on Leo’s thick cock. I was sore all day today, after last night, but that’s what happens when you go nearly two years without sex, then find out you’re married to a man with the most perfect dick imaginable.

Big and thick and curved just right, Leo fucked me so good last night, I felt him all day. And as much as my body wants to protest the intrusion now, there’s no way I’ll ever say no.

My pussy is in sync with my heat. One big, exposed nerve. Want wars with need, both battling for my orgasm, but I refuse to rush this. Instead, I move achingly slowly over Leo. My eyes locked on his baby blues. Tensing and squeezing with each rise of my hips, loving the way he groans into my mouth. The feel of his hands on my ass, holding me close.

I kiss him with all the fear and confusion and frustration I’ve been feeling these past few weeks and fight the urge to pick up my pace. Desperately wanting this to last forever but chasing the high I could easily see myself becoming addicted to.

“That’s a good girl. Take your time, sweetheart. Take what you want and tell me what you need.”

Water sloshes over the tub with each slow snap of my hips, and my hair falls out of the elastic and down around my shoulders, kissing the edge of the water and hiding our faces behind a curtain of blonde waves.

“I fucking love your hair, Adelaide.” Leo gathers it in his hand and wraps it around his fist, using it to control me. To top me from the bottom. And I let him. Hell, I want him to.

“I don’t want to think, Leo. Use. Me. Take control and make me come. I... I don’t want to think or worry or stress. I just want to feel.”

He pulls my body down and lifts his hips up, and I whimper against his lips. “More,” I beg and lean my forehead againsthis as he fucks up into me over and over and over, leaving me panting and moaning and praying I don’t wake up the kids.

“Good girl, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips. “It’s just you and me.”

His words are like a match tossed into a bottle of alcohol before its thrown through the window and sets the entire city on fire.

A growl reverberates deep in Leo’s chest as he picks up speed and hits my G-spot again and again until I’m completely lost to everything that is my husband.

His words and his mouth and his body and his strength and his fucking magnificent cock.

“Oh, God,” I cry out as I chase my orgasm, and Leo palms my breast and pinches the very tip of my nipple.

“When you come, it’s with my name on your lips, wife.”

Fuck. That shouldn’t be so damn hot.

But it really, really is.

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