I’m not sure whether to be amused or scared.
“Is this where the romance dies?” I tease.
He glances up, his brows tight. “The romance hasn’t gone anywhere, beautiful. I’m still hopelessly, emphatically addicted to you.”
He kneels in front of me, his phone forgotten as he parts my legs. I’m only wearing one of his T-shirts, and a pair of cottonpanties I pulled on after my shower. His fingers trail up my thigh, leaving goosebumps where he’s touched.
“You’re making fertility spreadsheets, Jensen.” My breath hitches as he cups me, my wetness soaking through the fabric of my panties.
All thoughts of ovulation vanish out of my head as a shiver caresses through my body.
“I’d fuck you even if you weren’t ovulating. I love being inside my wife.” He hums. “You’re soaked.”
I touch his face, my thumb circling over his stubble. He and I have been through so much over the years. The days when we had nothing, and lived in one room. Surviving on noodles while we stretched our paychecks to breaking point. Then to his first hundred dollars made in Novariv.
It seems easy now—the stunning apartment, the cars and the money that flows in abundance—but it wasn’t always that way. We weren’t always breathing freely.
Beneath his obsession and need for control, I see the teenage boy I fell in love with all those years ago when we were just kids struggling to find our place in the world.
“I don’t want to lose us in this,” I say quietly, giving voice to the fear I didn’t even know I was holding onto.
There’s a flash of something in his eyes. “There is nothing that could make me lose sight of you, Mia. You’re the only reason I exist.”
He kisses me, his hand curling around my nape like he’s afraid I might back away. Every brush of his lips is tender, but possessive, like he’s trying to say with his mouth what he can’t with words.
When he pulls back, he’s breathless and so am I. He kisses my thigh, like I’m his altar and he’s on his knees, worshipping me.
“I have to get ready,” I say softly, hating every word. I’d give anything to crawl back into bed and waste the whole day tangled in him. “I can’t be late today, which means you’ll have to tie me to the bed later. Sorry.”
He grunts. “I’ll untie you before nine,” he promises, stroking my thigh. His fingers drift dangerously close to where I still ache for him. “You won’t be late.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ve not been on time once this week.”
“That’s because you’re so fucking perfect in the mornings.” He dips his fingers into my panties and finds my clit.
My hips jerk instinctively.
Even though I know I should pull away, I grab his wrist, holding him there. Stars build behind my eyes, pleasure blooming where only he can reach.
“How do you expect me to keep my hands off you when you’re always so ready for me?” He teases my entrance, and my thighs fall further apart. “Do you know what that does to me?”
My climax builds, cresting with every circle of his thumb. When his finger slips inside me, it’s too much. My body locks and then shatters.
Jensen grips my thighs, pulling my ass to the edge of the mattress. I end up on my back, staring at the ceiling before I can figure out what’s happening.
I close my eyes, the anticipation making my heart race. When he presses the thick head of his cock against my entrance, a shiver races through me, wild and electric.
“I’ll always take care of you, beautiful,” he murmurs. “I love you so much.”
And then he pushes inside me.
An hour later, I’m sitting at the desk in the gallery, sore between my legs, and trying not to replay the filth that spilled from my husband’s mouth. Juno has been eyeballing me withthat little smile she does when she knows I’ve had a busy morning getting fucked into a coma.
I’m ignoring her. I won’t give her any more ammunition. Instead, I’m staring at the pile of portraits leaning against the partition wall. We have to get all of them in place before the exhibition tonight, and some of these frames are heavy.
“Did you confirm with the caterers?” I ask, mentally running through the list of things I still have to do today.
Juno hums. “And we’re due to have the Champagne delivered in an hour. Relax, Mia. Everything is taken care of.”
