Page 52 of Perdition
Gone.
Devoured by flames and regrets too long past repentance.
In that moment, the heart in his chest, just as the heart lovingly carved into that wood, turned to ash.
Her forehead pressed against the steering wheel, her hands gripping ten and two with white knuckles, Em expelled a breath that was so ragged, she swore the windows vibrated from the discordance.
Never in her life had Em been more thankful for a phone call, because this one stopped her from making one of the biggest mistakes of her life.
Yes, her husband was more than likely a cheating bastard, having been seduced by the young, tight, slutty, bitchy, skinny, flawless Sarah—and her big store-bought tits, and her bouncy silicone ass.
Why shouldn’t she get a kiss from a man who was attracted to her—toher, the older, plumper, worn down, lackluster mother of two?
She was almost thirty-seven, had seen and heard and experienced enough to know what attraction looked like, so she wasn’t totally clueless about why the sexy, handsome, gorgeous, golden god younger man was coming around her shop more and more often. He flirted, complimented, and she’d caught him staring a few times.
Honestly, his attention felt good—who wouldn’t blush and stammer when a gorgeous man in uniform gave them their total attention?
Because that smile of his…. She shuddered, even now, thinking about it.
But she’d brushed it off every time before, appreciating his appreciation. She was a married woman, in a committed relationship with a man who’d tear out the good officer’s throat with his teeth if he ever thought that man was touching what Mads had claimed.
But Mads isn’t that same man anymore, is he?
He’s Frost.
The MC president.
No longer Madsen Flowers, the once gentle, loving, adoring husband and father and American warrior he once was.
What had changed?
You did.
You’re no longer young, pretty, skinny, or as carefree as you once were.
As Sarah was now.
Despite all that, though…she couldn’t bring herself to let Officer Bradley Copper kiss her in the liquor store.
She’d been tempted…for about a second, until her heart caught up with her body. One yearned for the man who owned it, the other yearned to just be wanted…touched and worshipped.
Too long she’d been without intimacy; lonely, unwanted, undesired, cuddling with pillows that no longer smelled like Mads, and fiddling her diddle with accessories she bought on Adam & Eve months ago, once the fire between her and Mads had begun to fizzle.
And how the hell had that happened?
Madsen Flowers, forty, still worked out four times a week to keep that big, beautiful, strong, masculine, hard as hell body in perfect shape. He was a dad but he did not have a dad bod. His six pack was still etched from stone—complete with that brain scrambling deep V that directed viewers to his massive cock. His arms were thick and strong, complete with corded muscles that made his veins pop. Oh…and those pecs—God, they could make anyone drool. Defined, dusted with dark blond hair, and tattooed with ink that never failed to make her want to lick.
There wasn’t an inch of Mads that didn’t draw the eye, wet the panties, or revv the lady engine.
And he’d been all hers.
Until now.
Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she checked the time, glanced at the paper bag with the bottles of wine inside sitting on the passenger seat, and started her car.
She definitely needed a night with the girls to help her forget.
Or maybe they can help you untwist what has been twisted.
