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“Darling, you know just what to say.”

“Now stop fighting and let me take care of you.”

I give in and allow her to get the pillows adjusted just right. She brings me medication, which I happily take, a big glass of water, and starts chatting away as she flips through the channels.

A week in the hospital. What a fucking nightmare. I was doped up most of the time, which was kind of nice, although now I’m running on antibiotics and ibuprofen. Everything aches, which is normal considering a team of the best trauma surgeons in the country cut me open and rooted around in my guts for a couple hours, but it’s fucking horrendous.

All I want to do is be with my wife. I want to bend her over my lap, spank her ass, and make her mine.

Give her the pleasure she deserves for putting up with all this pain.

Instead, I’m still a goddamn patient.

“You don’t have to look so grumpy,” she says, cuddling at my side. “You’re home now.”

“I’m happy to be home,” I say, forcing myself to soften. “I just hate being so goddamn frail.”

“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about any of my family anymore, right? You killed the last three in the States, and Rian says he has things settled on his end.”

“That’s what Adler told me too,” I grumble.

“Also, you have me.” She gives me a seductive little smile and kisses my lips. “You know, I probably can’t fuck you into oblivion, but there are other things I can do.”

“Don’t tease me, baby. I can’t take it right now.”

“What do you think? Should I suck your cock nice and gentle and slow? I don’t want to hurt you, husband of mine. I just want to make you come in my throat.”

“Please,” I moan. “But sit on my face first. Just lay me back and let me devour you. I’m desperate for it.”

“You are a filthy man.”

“You’re fucking right I am. And you are my filthy girl.”

“I love it.” She kisses me. “And I love you.” She kisses me again.

“I love you too. Now, be a good girl, and sit on my fucking face.”

She laughs, but she does exactly as I command, and though we have to be careful—once her pussy firmly latches onto my mouth, I can make my wife scream from bliss without ripping up my insides.

“It’s good to be home,” I say once she’s lying back on the couch, twitching with post-orgasm aftershocks, and there’s only a tiny bit of blood on my bandages.

That’s a good start to the rest of our lives.

Chapter44

Fallon

One Month Later

“Where’s my wife?”Jayson roars as he storms into the condo.

I laugh and yelp, running away as he tries to catch me. “Hey, go easy! You’re still in recovery!”

“It’s been a fucking month,” he says, grinning like a maniac. “I’ve been back to work for two whole weeks. Get back here, baby, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You’re plenty hard enough, you crazy man,” I say, leaping over the couch to avoid him, which only makes him growl in frustration. “Come on, hold off a second.”

He advances, his eyes staring into mine, the expression on his face pure sin. “Listen to me, wife. I have been sitting in my office all fucking day taking call after call, and meanwhile all I want to do is come home to see you. Do you know how hard it is, knowing you’re barely two minutes away?”

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