Page 101 of Takedown

“Elizabeth,” he says as if he’s doing his best to be patient, “Vincent is spending the night with his mother tonight for the first time in almost a year. I want to stay close in case something happens, and he wants to come home, otherwise, we’d all come there.”

“Fine, but they are staying with me.” She ends the call and tosses the phone in her purse.

Now, finally, the light of my life has walked through the front door, and everything is right with my world. I couldn’t give a fuck where we stay as long as she’s here. I practically sprint to the door and lift her clear off her feet. Her hands automatically go into my hair and her legs wrap around me. She tastes of peppermint, and she feels like heaven.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I say against her mouth. “I feel like we’ve been apart for a month, but it’s barely been nine hours.”

“I’ve missed you too, but you should know I’m going to kill you as soon as I get my fill of kissing you.” She kisses me again, and I don’t care if we have an audience. I kiss my wife and put both hands on her plump ass. Elizabeth clears her throat, and Mel jumps out of my arms. There’s a knock on the door and Ethan and Tara walk in without being invited.

“You,” Mel says to Ethan. “Come here.” She hugs him and gives him a chaste peck on the cheek. “Thank you.” He nods, and then Mel hugs Tara.

I don’t let go of her hand while she hugs Elizabeth. I can’t stop looking at her ass in her tight jeans. Hell, I reach over and put my palm on one of her ass cheeks.

“We’re family,” Ethan says. “And your husband did most of the work.”

“Oh, really?” Mel turns those brown eyes back to me. “You didn’t hit him, did you, Adam? What if he sues?”

“Let him,” Ethan says. “I had him investigated. You’re not the only one he did this to.”

“He didn’t have to be taken out on a gurney,” I tell her. “I left him well enough to limp out.”

Mel’s eyes widen, but she bites her bottom lip. “Oh?” She subtly squeezes her thighs together and her nostrils flare.

“Yeah,” I whisper. I hold my hand out to her, and when she gets close enough to me, she jumps back into my arms and wraps her legs around me. “I only punched him in the stomach.”

“Mmhmm. What else did you do? I bet your muscles bulged.” She kisses me deeply, and I kiss her right back, completely oblivious to the other people in the room. A throat clears, but we ignore it

“I might have cracked a rib or two when I punched him again. He fell to my feet like a ragdoll.”

“Oh, Adam. I—" I kiss her, silencing her next words. She moans loudly in my mouth.

“I’m going to go show Mel our room,” I say to Elizabeth. Without waiting for a response, I walk to the bedroom Elizabeth had shown me earlier.

“Our dinner reservation is in two hours!” Someone yells just as I slam the door shut.

50

I didn’t grow up around violence. I avoid violent movies, and until today, I thought I hated it. But hearing my husband tell me how he avenged me has me wound up tighter than a spring coil. I run my hand down his shoulders and upper back and moan at the feel of his hard body. God, this body. That’s the first thing I noticed about him way back when I’d watch him workout in the backyard. I wanted to touch it even then. Now, he’s my husband and I can touch him whenever I want.

“Show me how you did it,” I whisper in his ear.

Without missing a beat, he pins me to the wall, not letting my feet touch the floor.

“I had him against the wall like this.” He lowers his voice as he inches closer. “Then, I put my hand around his throat.” A massive hand finds its way to my neck, and I let out a loud gasp of surprise. His rough hands are tender but seeing the feral look in his eyes makes my panties wetter than they were just seconds ago. “I squeezed like this.” He slightly tightens his hand around me. “But much harder.”

“I like it hard,” I whisper.

“I’m going to give it to you hard,” he promises. “And then I let him go.” He drops his hand, and I immediately miss his touch. “He probably thought it was over, but I caught him off guard and punched him in the stomach like this.” He makes a fist and gently rubs it on my stomach. “He doubled over, but then I pushed him against the wall and gave him two hard hits in the ribs.” He slides his hands against my ribcage and savagely sucks the base of my neck.

“Oh my,” I swoon. He lifts both of my hands over my head and ravishes my mouth while he presses his hard erection against me. “And then what happened?”

“He crumpled and fell to my feet like the bag of garbage he is.” He captures my mouth, and I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him. He spins us around the room and drops me on the bed, causing me to bounce.

“Adam, I’m going to climb you like a tree and ride you like the horniest, sluttiest cowgirl you’ve ever seen.”

He lands on top of me and kisses me senseless.

“Yeah, you will, but only because I say you can. Remember who is in charge in here, Mrs. Flynn.” His palm covers a breast and squeezes. I throw a leg around him and start to grind, but he moves off me and orders me to undress. I happily obey, and by the time I’m naked, so is he. I lick my lips at the sight of his hard dick sticking in front of my face. I reach for it, but he grabs my hands and roughly pulls me to my feet. “Not yet.”

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