Page 25 of A Method to His Madness

His brows draw together. “You seem happy about that.”

“Am I not supposed to be?”

“I don’t tell you what to be happy about.”

“I know,” I say, my smile even bigger. “If you’re worried you hurt me, you didn’t. I never felt anything but…”

“What?”

“Love,” I whisper.

“There’s a reason for that,” he says, his voice thick. Uneven. “God help me, I’m in love with you, Ashley. I’m sitting here trying to convince myself that you’re real.”

“I am,” I manage around the constriction of my throat. He loves me.He loves me.“I’m real and I love you back, Caleb. It’s crazy and it’s happening so fast, but it’s true.” The image of him begins to blur, thanks to the moisture crowding my vision. “I’ve never experienced anything that felt more honest. More real.”

His chest heaves once, twice. “Come here.”

I’m not ashamed to say I scramble like a little kid, tangling my naked self further in the bedding, before getting free and throwing myself up against him lengthways. Instantly, I’m soothed and made drowsy by his heat. Held in thrall by his sculpted and stubbled jaw. The size of him, the sinew of his arm as it wraps around my lower back and yanks me in as close as possible, our legs overlapping below as if we’ve done it a thousand times.

“You’re married, Ashley.”

“I know.”

“We need to get you un-married,” he growls.

“I…I want to do that…”

“No,” he grits out, framing my jaw in a determined hand. “Wewill.”

“But my family…”

“We’ll make sure we end things with Waylon without hurting them,” he says, planting kisses along my hairline, my face. “But my patience doesn’t extend to this. My angel belonging to another manwill not stand. Not even if it’s just on paper.”

“I belong to you in all the ways that count. My heart, my body, my mind,” I breathe, running soothing palms along his shoulders, down his chest, my touch stirring his sex into a standing position, the length of him beating up against my stomach. My fingers go to those inches, as if magnetized, holding that hard, throbbing flesh in a grip and looking up at him through my eyelashes while I deliver a slow stroke. “All of me is a Daddy’s girl.”

He lets out an abbreviated grunt, a glop of wetness rolling down my knuckles a few seconds later. “Oh lord, yes you are,” he says, choppily. “A Daddy’s girl who just learned how to come and wants a lot of practice now, doesn’t she?”

“Is that bad?” I tease, giving him a little pout.

“Hell no, it’s not bad.” He rolls onto his back, bringing me with him and in a matter of seconds, I’m on top of Caleb—and I squeal in alarm, in happiness, like a much freer version of who I was before. I’m a girl who pouts and squeals and straddles a man, naked, preening and arching her back, so that he groans at the sight of her breasts, reaching out with eager hands to touch them. Bat them gently, delivering arousing slaps to my nipples, before kneading them in firm hands. “I didn’t wear a condom, angel.”

His thumbs tease my nipples with slow circles and the targeted, prolonged attention causes a restlessness in my hips, dampness to slither through my flesh. And my hips begin to undulate automatically, my bare, wet sex dragging up and back on the ridge of his erection, my pussy parting to cradle him, paint him root to tip with my arousal.

“My job is to protect you in every way,” he continues. “But it’s getting harder and harder to battle that side of me that needs to…”

“Claim me?” I murmur, working my lower body a bit faster. “You have.”

“More,” he growls, his eyes going from blue to obsidian. “I need more.All.”

I’m carried away on a current so swift, I don’t even attempt to reach for a branch to stop me from tearing down a river of obsession. Love. Unmitigated lust. I follow the instincts he’s awoken in me, lean forward and speak against Caleb’s panting mouth. “Maybe you need to fuck me in front of him.”

It’s almost like Caleb has been hit by shocker paddles.

Dark energy surges through him, his physique rippling and hardening, his nostrils flaring as he drags me down into a wild kiss, his hand guiding his superior length between my thighs and slamming home, my resulting squeal a mixture of pressure and excitement. He holds my face tightly in his hands, his maddened eyes boring into mine while he hammers me from below, sweat breaking out on his face and chest.

“Don’t tempt me, Ashley. Iwilldo it.”

There are so many snares, so much that would need to be unraveled for my marriage to be dissolved, but I play along with the fantasy, because…yes. Yes, it turns me on in the wickedest way possible, imagining Caleb and I giving each other pleasure in front of the devil who only ever gave me pain. Proving I’m not cold. Reveling in my newfound happiness and sexuality without any shame. Out from under his control and into mine.

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