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I laugh and wipe my nose. “I didn’t steal Pascal.”

“You kinda did.”

“I can’t help it, he loves me. Maybe we can share custody in the divorce,” I tease.

Ewan reaches for me and pulls me down for a kiss.

His lips are finally on mine. After so much resistance, wondering, arguing, pushing him away, my husband is here, and he kisses me. He’s warm and tastes like s’mores and Dr. Pepper. His skin smells like soap and campfire.

And it’s not perfect.

But it’s much better than it was.

Chapter

Sixteen

Ewan

Pascal is a good boy and stays in his bed in the living room, far more interested in his bone than in what’s going on behind the closed bedroom door. Boning, ironically enough.

Maddie’s soft hands trace over my pectorals as we make out on top of the covers.

It feels like paradise to have her lips on mine again. Her scent is going to be all over me in the morning, and I’m more than good with it.

I thread my fingers through her soft curls at her temples as I gently, so gently, fit my length inside her.

It’s been so long that it’s an outrageously tight fit, and I almost lose control right then.

We both stay still for a long moment, resisting the urge to thrust and buck and do the hot monkey sex that we’re so good at together.

I just need to feel this. I need more kissing. More looking into her eyes. More getting reacquainted with this feeling of wholeness. This feeling of being home.

“Ewan. I never stopped loving you.”

I hook a hand under her left knee and push up, allowing me to drive deeper into her.

She gasps.

“I know, Maddie.”

Another thrust provokes another gasp from her sweet, slack mouth. Her eyes close.

“I love you, wife.”

“I love you, husband.”

I rest her arms on the pillow above her head and find our rhythm.

I never stopped missing her. Touching her. Making love to her. Fucking her.

And loving every inch of her.

She’s so soaking wet and yet so tight, I see stars when she grips down.

“This is it. You are it for me, Maddie.”

I back off an inch and reach down between us, feeling the soft, damp curls at the front of her pussy. I find her clit and begin working it over in tandem with my thrusts.