I heard the man’s mumbled curse, and then an icy blast of cold, wet air sprayed me as I slid the door open. I slipped as I dashed into the pouring rain, but I didn’t feel the pain of running barefoot outside.
I just needed to get to the guardhouse.
“Help me,” I screamed. I slipped in the grass but managed to recover, and I bolted across the backyard to the small corner structure.
Bandit barked wildly beside me.
But the guardhouse was dark and the door was shut.
“Help me,” I screamed, as I fumbled with the door, swinging it open.
One guard dog, barking with a frenzy, pushed past me through the open door and sped into the dark.
I was nearly hyperventilating as I flung myself in and made sure Bandit was beside me before swinging the door shut and locking it. The office was empty. The guard was gone.
And now both of the guard dogs were wildly barking in the dark.
I peered out the windows and strained my eyes, looking for movement, but I saw nothing.
Adrenaline and cold made using my cell almost impossible, but I managed to dial Axel’s number.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Twenty hours earlier, 7:00 a.m.
AXEL
My body was stiff.I felt like I had just run a marathon. Even my dick was sore. But beneath all that, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Happiness.
I stared at Mila, sleeping so quietly she almost looked like a doll. I had never been more intoxicated by a woman than I was with my wife. I didn’t know how we had gotten to this point, since I had spent all my energy avoiding exactly this scenario, but even though I had completely fucked up, I couldn’t feel bad about it in this moment.
Something in me had snapped last night. My last futile attempts at controlling myself had failed, and I had allowed myself to literally feast on Mila.
I rubbed my face with one hand. I had never before wanted to control someone’s pleasure more than I had last night. Mila had been so utterly vulnerable with me, opening her body to me, sharing her pleasure, while I did everything I’d dreamed of doing with her. Something happened to me when she was sobreathless, begging and pleading for her releases. Every apology I couldn’t say out loud, I said with a kiss. Everything I couldn’t say with words I said by worshipping her body. And every time she came with my name on her lips, it felt like atonement.
My phone vibrated repeatedly in my hand, but I didn’t have it in me to even look at the messages and calls pouring in.
Mila woke and gave me a sleepy smile. “You know it’s creepy to watch people sleep.”
“It’s even creepier to look like you’re not alive when you’re deep asleep.” I leaned over her and gave her a kiss. The scent of her triggered a wave of lust so strong I almost threw my phone across the room.
Instead I restrained myself, allowing myself only one more chaste kiss. It took everything in me not to deepen that kiss until I was deep inside her again.
“What time is it?” She looked flushed and happy when I pulled back.
“Just after seven.”
“Did you get any sleep?” She blushed, looking younger in the morning light.
“I got a few hours. How are you?”
She smirked at me. “Stiff.”
And she was probably sore too. I needed to learn some fucking restraint. But I teased anyway. “You’re lucky I have a busy day.”
She stared at me with wonder and an openness I wasn’t used to. “Will you be home for dinner?”
