Page 48 of Temporary Wife Temptation

“Did you miss me?” He leaned his forehead against hers.

“Nah.” So much it hurt. “Not really.”

“I’ll make sure to remind you what you’ve been missing.”

“Is that a promise?” She looked up at him through her lashes, biting her lower lip.

“Damn it, Natalie,” he groaned with a pained expression on his face. “I still have calls to make...”

Natalie laughed and danced out of his reach. “Well, you started it.”

“Real mature.” He stalked toward her, his eyes shining with intent.

Then his phone rang.

He cursed with gusto and growled when he checked the caller ID. He pointed at Natalie and mouthed “later” before he answered and stomped toward his office.

Natalie smiled at his back, pleased with his obvious frustration. He really had missed her, and she planned on showing him how much she’d missed him. As she went into the bathroom to take a shower, she pushed aside the thought that they were running out of time.

After putting on a black chemise over her damp skin, she emerged from the bathroom, ready to share the news of Sophie’s adoption. But when Garrett strode into their room only to freeze at the sight of her, all rational thoughts fled her mind. His heated gaze was filled with yearning and another emotion she couldn’t define. Something akin to desperation...fear. Something primal and possessive filled her veins and she sashayed toward her husband. She had to have him. Show him with her body that they belonged together.

“Now, pay attention,” she purred, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it down his shoulders. “Because I’m going to have you my way.”

“Is that so?” He arched an eyebrow and had a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“I didn’t say you could talk.”

“Natalie...”

He groaned, tilting back his head when she went down on her knees to pull off his slacks. Garrett swayed and planted his feet more firmly as her hand skimmed the outline of his erection on her way up.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered through clenched teeth.

Natalie just smiled and pushed him down onto an armchair. He lunged for her but she fluidly evaded his hands.

“Shh.” She placed a finger over her mouth. “You aren’t paying attention.”

He growled.

With her gaze glued to his face, Natalie stripped off her clothes, standing barely out of reach. She had no idea how to perform a striptease, but judging by the fierce, unblinking attention of her husband, she was doing quite well.

Naked, she strode to the chair and straddled him, then took his hard length in her hands, making him hiss.

She positioned herself over him. “Do I have your full attention?”

“Yes,” he rasped.

“Good.”

She took him all the way inside her and he groaned against her neck, his hips surging to meet her. Natalie rode him with wild ferocity. Her body knew his intimately and she set a rhythm that would drive him mad. Drive her mad. And like the countless times before, they were caught in a storm neither of them could control.

Afterward, he carried her limp body to bed and they lay down facing each other. She stared at him, feeling too raw and vulnerable to hide the love from her eyes. He stared right back at her with an expression that made her insides melt.

“Wait here.”

With that sudden command, he got out of bed and pulled on some pajama pants.

What a shame to cover up such a fantastic ass.

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