Page 59 of Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbi 3)

"Mhm. Just a wee little bittle." I laughed. "Bit. A wee little bit."

He nodded like he believed me.

Which was weird because I certainly didn't believe myself. I wasn’t even sure if any of this was actually happening. Which meant my plan could still work. I just needed to stall him until the weed got him like it had gotten me outside. He'd be seeing Sally snakes and shovel

hands in no time. I just needed to do something, anything, to preoccupy him until that happened. So I did the first thing that popped into my head. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him.

Well, it was a lot less graceful than all that. I literally attacked him, mauling him like I thought I might. I wasn't sure why I'd decided to go in that direction. Probably because he looked like a million bucks. And smelled like even more. And the way he looked at me when he wasn't accusing me of being crazy? I never felt so wanted in my life.

But he didn't kiss me back. He stood there like he was in shock.

I was about to pull back when his hand slid into my hair.

He groaned into my mouth as he returned my assault.

The sound made my head spin. I needed to hear it again and again.

He pushed me backward until my lower back collided with the kitchen island. The collision sent a jolt of pain through my body. But instead of crying out in pain, I dropped my axe and wrapped my arms around his neck.

His hands slid to my ass as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I needed more. Anything. Everything. He was right. I was freezing cold. And his body felt like a furnace. It would be impossible to catch a cold if I stayed glued to him.

I wasn't sure if I was dizzy because I was still high or dizzy because of the way he was touching me. Maybe I was just out of oxygen because I was only breathing him in. But I didn't need air when I had him. I breathed in his exhales as he consumed me. And he was more delicious than any brownies. He was more delicious than life itself.

"I think you promised me something," he whispered as his lips moved to my neck.

"What did I promise you?" I moaned as he lightly bit my neck. God, I knew it was possible he was playing me. But it felt so good to be played that I didn't care. Hell, I was a few seconds away from begging him to tie me up and have his way with me.

"You promised if I came out of hiding..." he nibbled on my skin again. "That I could have all of you."

"I don't remember saying that." Lies fell from my lips so easily these days.

"No?" His lips trailed across my clavicle and down to the V in my sweater. "So you want me to stop?"

I wanted to remember what it was like to be loved one last time. Before the cheating. Before the missing cash. Before he ruined my life.

"Tell me to stop and I will. We can go back to the basement." His index finger tugged the front of my sweater down and he placed a kiss between my breasts.

He was willing to go back to the basement. That was good behavior. And in my book, good behavior was supposed to be rewarded. How else would men ever be trained properly?

"Tell me to stop," he said again. It almost sounded like he was begging. Like he was scared of this being too good to be true.

It was. Of course it was. But when life handed you lemons, you were supposed to make lemonade. Life had handed me a cheating husband, so...I was going to fuck his brains out. It was only fair. "Don't stop."

He lifted me up in his arms. "I'll never stop."

But I wasn't talking about sex. I didn't want him to stop loving me. Why had he stopped loving me? I clung to him like I never wanted to let go.

He'd be tripping longer than I would if I'd really been outside making snow angels for four hours. I could have my way with him and then...what? Tie him to the bed. Get the confession I deserved. And then...

Stop.

I'd made a mistake all those years ago by saying yes to his proposal.

Stop.

He'd robbed so many years from me.

Stop.

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