“Hope you’re ready, honey, because I can’t be gentle.”
“Fuck me hard, Mav. The harder, the better.” My core clenches and all the muscles in my lower stomach pull tight at the sound of his zipper lowering. I cry out when his hand comes down on my ass in a slew of rapid slaps.
“Let’s see how much you want me.” Pulling my panties aside, he drives two fingers into my slick warmth, cursing under his breath when he finds me more than ready and willing.
“I fucking love you, Mrs. Anderson.”
“I’ll love you longtime if you put your big cock inside me.”
Mav chuckles, and my legs almost go out from under me when his dick nudges my entrance. “How can I resist such an offer,” he says before rutting inside me in one brutal drive.
My scream bounces off the walls of our plush home, and I cling to the wall for dear life as my husband fucks me like he hates me. Digging his fingers into my hips, he yanks my ass up higher, inserting the tip of his pinkie into my puckered hole to play with me as his erection plunders my pussy like a marauding pirate. “Fuck, yeah,” he grunts, slamming into me over and over. “That’s it, gorgeous. Squeeze my dick. Oh, yeah, just like that.”
Buttons fly everywhere when he rips my blouse and tugs down my bra to grab hold of my right breast. His expert fingers roll and tweak my hard nipple, sending darts of pleasurable pain shooting from my chest to my cunt. “I’m gonna fuck these later,” he promises, roughly kneading my boob. “I’m gonna cover them with my cum and spoon-feed it to you for dinner.”
“Mav,” I shriek, almost losing my balance when my knees buckle.
“I’ve got you, love.” His arm bands around my stomach as he holds me up while ravaging me, and it’s everything I need.“I can’t hold back much longer. Need to spill deep inside my woman.”
His dirty talk shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. Mav is an incredible lover, and he’s taken me to new heights I never even dreamed existed. All the girls at work call him Doctor Dirty because I stupidly made a flippant remark one time and they latched on to it like bees on nectar.
“I’m close,” I pant, sliding my fingers to my clit and rubbing it in sync with my husband’s thrusts.
“That’s so hot.” Mav punctuates his words with the motion of his hips, hitting me so deep I see stars.
We cry out together, shattering and pulsing as each incredible wave of pleasure rolls over us.
“Fuck, I needed that.” Mav slips out and covers my back with his hard, lean body, linking his hand with mine on the wall.
“Trust me, I needed it more.” My voice quivers, giving me away.
In a nanosecond, I’m spun around and he’s tilting my chin up. “What’s wrong?” Concern radiates from his eyes, and it’s all it takes to crack through the fragile walls I erected to hold emotion at bay today. A sob bursts from my chest, and the dam fully breaks. Collapsing in his arms, I sob against his neck and soak his shirt. He holds me close, running a soothing hand up and down my back as he lets me release it all.
“I ruined your shirt,” I say over a hiccup when I’ve finally exhausted myself.
“It’s only a shirt.” He pulls up his pants and fixes my clothes, as best he can with my ruined blouse, before scooping me into his arms and carrying me into the living room. “You feel up to talking?” he asks, setting me gently on the couch before claiming the space beside me.
I really don’t want to tell my husband this, but we have a no-secrets rule I’ve yet to break, and I’m not about to start now. “Not really, but I need to tell you what’s happened.”
Alarm flares in his beautiful blue eyes as his gaze rakes over me. “Are you hurt?” Lethal calm cloaks him in an invisible shroud as he calmly adds, “Are you hurt some place I can’t see?”
“No.” A fierce shudder zips through me at the thought of how close I came to having to give him a different answer.
“Who do I need to kill,” he growls, taking my hands and bringing them to his lips. He kisses the tips of my finger with so much tenderness and it’s completely at odds with the dark look on his face.
“No one. We’re not resorting to murder to handle this.”
“Please, Shandra. Tell me what’s happened. I’m imagining all kinds of horrific things.”
I run my hands through his dark hair that is now threaded with fine strands of gray. It gives him a distinguished look, and impossibly, he’s even more handsome. His patients are all half in love with him, and I suspect a large portion of the nursing staff is too. Mav is taking a page out of Sawyer’s book and embracing it instead of dying the gray hairs like a lot of men do.
I draw a brave breath and force the words out. “Phillip Renford cornered me at work today and tried to force himself on me.”
A muscle clenches in Mav’s jaw, and his fingers tighten around my hands. “I want details,” he grits out.
“We’re working on a high-profile account together, and we had to issue an important management report today. The deadline was tight, so we passed on the monthly staff lunch and worked through.” Panic sits on my chest, and I take deep breaths.
“It’s okay. You’re safe. He’s not going to hurt you again.” Mav’s reassuring words match his soothing touch as his thumb rubs circles on my hand.
