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In a few moments, he’d made her world burst apart—making her forget all the rules, all expectations, and each and every fear and worry. He’d made her ignore everything but the uncorking of her heightened pleasure, to become so wild, so mindless, so free.

‘Hmm, there’s my ever-wicked Bee Queen…’ Like a predator stalking his prey, he climbed up her body, to drag her across the table to meet him. Moving between her spread thighs, his hungry eyes and greedy palms were suddenly everywhere, running over her shoulders before dancing along her neckline, down her arms, sliding across her skin leaving goosebumps rise in their wake.

It was enough to make her mouth water. Even though she was still coming down from the orgasm, he’d successfully reignited her lust once again.

There wasn’t a place on her body he’d left undiscovered, no part he hadn’t conquered before, and yet, it was like their first time together. That first kiss, that first taste, that first…

A deep groan rolled from his chest into hers as he pushed inside her to join them as one. With his hands gripping her legs, his strokes started out slow and measured. Judging by the look on his face, if he moved any faster, this wouldn’t last long for either of them, not when she could feel the sparkly warmth building inside her again.

Her head fell back, her moan drifting up to the light above their kitchen table. His hands palmed her breasts, cleverly kneading them with skilled fingers that paid homage to her nipples, ever so cleverly pulling deeper moans from her. Most of all, her mind was here, and it had been years for her mind, body, and soul to be this consumed by one thing. Craig.

He dropped his head to the juncture of her neck, his breathing shallow and hot, as her orgasm built deep in her core. That’s when he teased her, pulling out to slide back in, rotating his hips in a way that made them both moan as she lifted her hips to help him get deeper.

He captured her lips again, kissing her until she clung to his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin, as she desperately rocked against him, crazily seeking that friction, as he thrust deeper home. ‘Please… More…’

Like a rodeo cowboy fresh out of the chute, he rocked into her faster. His grip tightened on her hips, while somehow loosening the hold she had on her self-control.

When he circled that bundle of nerves with one finger, her neck arched back, her spine curved off the table, and she shattered right along with him. Pulse after pulse, he quaked inside her, while her every bone trembled and every nerve ending buzzed with ecstasy.

Her legs were wrapped around his hips, her arms locked over his shoulders, his head buried in the crook of her neck, still connected, with their skin slick with sweat. Their heartbeats raged against each other’s chests until the vibrations slowly subsided.

‘Welcome home, my ever-true Bee Queen. My only Queen. Welcome home.’

But was it truly safe for her to be here?

Seventeen

The next morning, Izzy was practically floating as she walked into the bright kitchen, where the world seemed so different. The house truly felt like home today, but different. Everything did, especially her body and her tight inner thigh muscles. But she was so deliciously satisfied, the soft smile would not leave her face as she filled the kettle, then slid on her boots.

Staring at the wildflowers in the vase on the kitchen counter, she finished brushing her hair, damp from their shower. It had been a long time since she’d felt this level of peace. To not worry or stress. To not have her mind raging on a list of tasks. Just bliss.

And she had Craig to thank for that.

‘What do you want to do today?’ Craig slipped on his shirt, then brushed his fingers through his damp hair. ‘I vote we stay in bed all day. Wife.’ He kissed her cheek.

‘Aren’t you hungry?’ They’d skipped dinner last night, greedily exploring each other’s bodies, just like they used to. But it was so much better than she remembered.

‘Hell, yeah, I’m hungry…’ His eyes slowly crawled down her body, with his open palm slowly gliding over the curves of her shirt, to slide one of her trouser braces off her shoulder, creating a trail of goosebumps to lift the fine hairs on her forearm.

‘I meant food.’ Izzy laughed, pushing him away. She lifted her brace back up to her shoulder, then passed him his cup of tea to keep those wandering hands of his busy. ‘How’s the leg? And the ribs?’ He’d gone hard on her last night, relentlessly giving her body a workout. Craig would have to be feeling it, too.

‘I’m not complaining after what we did last night, sweetheart.’ Craig boyishly grinned as he sipped his tea, his eyes never leaving hers, then flicked over to their dining room table.

It was a mess. Chairs were knocked over and the bowl of fruit was scattered everywhere.

Both laughing, Craig used the kitchen counter to limp towards the dining room and picked up the chairs while she scooped up the oranges and carried them to the sink.

But then Craig inhaled heavily, his cheeky demeanour becoming serious. ‘We need to tell Finn about Everlight and the danger you’re in. Finn is a detective. He could talk to this other detective, Alistair, to see what they can do to help us.’

‘Do you trust Finn?’

‘I do, but I’m guessing you don’t. Or you would have said something earlier.’

‘All I want to do is pack the whole issue into some box, and crash on the couch and binge-watch a documentary or ten.’

‘That’s your brain’s overthinking causing that, and I know you’re close to a burnout. So, first, let’s do something fun. I’ll order you some bees…’

The smile burst so wide her cheeks ached. It was really happening.

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