Page 197 of Never Fall for an Angel

I’ve fallen for him in the most depraved way, and not even an exorcism could bring me back now.

We spend a week in our house after that first night, falling into an easy rhythm. Out here, away from the hustle and bustle of the mansion, it’s quiet. Peaceful.

He spends his days working—whatever he does—while I unpack with the help of Bella and Ava. I take walks with Ava and Phantom, and I even start baking again with Christian’s encouragement.

I also help Bella out at the Lodge, organizing for her and doing whatever I can to help her and her fear of premature grey hair.

She even offered to hire me as an assistant of sorts, and I actually agreed.

Life has been crazy, but for the first time ever, it’s good crazy. Not deadly crazy.

“I’m going to have to build a gym if you keep cooking like this,” he says one night while he eats the lasagna I’d made for dinner.

I gawk at him.

“You don’t work out?”

He shrugs, taking another bite.

“Never needed to.”

“Figures,” I grumble, rolling my eyes.

“Problem, little devil?”

My stomach dips at the warmth in his tone.

“Yeah, I missed you today.”

“Want me to spend the evening making it up to you?” I can’t fight the devilish glint in his eyes. It’s too tempting.

“Maybe.”

He chuckles darkly under his breath.

“Come here.”

Standing, I think about walking around the table, but what fun would that be?

So, instead, I slide our empty plates out of the way and climb up onto the table, crawling across towards him.

He sinks back in his chair, his eyes lighting with a scorching heat as he watches the sway of my hips, and that’s when I learn how much Iloveto make this man hot for me.

When I stop in front of him, sliding down to straddle his lap, his cock is hard against me, and his shoulders are stiff.

Turns out, my husband is just as addicted to me as I am to him.

“Is this close enough for you?” I whisper, throwing his words from years ago back at him.

He understands, smirking. He leans forward, brushing the hair off my neck and pressing his lips to that perfect spot below my ear. I bite back a sigh when tingles erupt from where he’s touching me.

His hand comes up, pressing firmly to my back, and his other grips my hip, tugging me against his front before he leans forward and places his lips on mine. My arms come up to circle his neck, my nails raking through his short hair, and butterflies fill my stomach at his admission.

A low growl rumbles through his chest when I try to fist the short strands, and he breaks away, pressing his forehead to mine.

“You’re impossible,” I breathe. His jaw ticks, his lips pulling up at the corner.

“You’re beautiful.”

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