Page 64 of Takedown

“Your body is just insane.” My hands travel up his taut stomach to his wall of a chest.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, but if we woke up tomorrow and you were fat, I’d love that too. I’ll take any version of you.” He pulls me closer and kisses my temple. “As long as this and this are still the same.” I put my hand above his beating heart, then I touch his temple.

“That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me, love. Tell me something no one else knows,” he says. This has become our nightly tradition. At night when we’re alone and naked, we share our secrets.

“I’m deathly afraid of frogs. If I see one, I’ll freak out. I was about nine when a boy put a frog down my shirt. I can still feel how slimy it was.” I make a face and start to scratch my body. He stares at me before he bursts into laughter. I swat his chest. “It’s not funny. Jason had one when we were kids. I could barely sleep that first night. Your turn.”

“I had a frog too. My snake ate it. I put them in the same tank. I was only about ten and thought they could be friends. I asked Uncle Finn to help me look for it. His name was Jumper. When I told him I’d put them in the same tank, he whacked me upside the head and told me my snake ate my frog. I felt so guilty.”

I put a hand to my mouth and feel the bile rising in the back of my throat. After making a few gagging sounds, he rolls his eyes and says, “You’re such a girl.”

“At least I’m not a frog murderer. And the idea that your mother let you have a froganda snake. Disgusting.”

“She’s not a wimp like you.”

“I’m going to need ice cream to help me recover from your snake and frog drama.” I extricate myself from his side, but he pulls my wrist and I fall on his chest. He gently tilts my face to his and kisses my lips. He reaches for my ass and caresses it while I walk away. I grab my short, silk robe on the way out of the room. After filling a bowl with ice cream, I return to my husband.

Adam is sitting up in the bed with his back leaning against the headboard. I straddle him and sit on his lap. He pulls me closer, and I wrap my legs around him. He unties my robe, leaving my body completely exposed.

“Where did you go to college?” I ask him, suddenly eager to learn everything about my husband.

“Brown University,” he says without meeting my eyes. The spoon of ice cream freezes halfway to my mouth, and I let out a loud whistle.

“The Ivy League. I’m impressed.” I suddenly understand why he’s not too worried about debt. He got a scholarship. “You majored in education?”

“And economics,” he says. “I have a master’s degree in economics, too. What about you? Where did you go?”

“Rutgers University. Confession time. Tell me something. It can be anything.” I try to eat a spoon of ice cream, but he steals it and puts it in his own mouth.

“Um.” He looks at the ceiling while he thinks. “I don’t like bananas.” I shove more ice cream in his mouth and roll my eyes.

“That’s lame, Adam.”

“You said anything.”

“Something profound. Something life altering. I’m building up to something here.” He slides his hands under my robe and cups my ass, pushing me closer to him.

“I have something you can sit on, wife. My sexy as fuck wife.” He sucks on the base of my neck, and I sigh at the sensation. He lifts and places me on top of his hard cock, and I sink down in it. “Okay. Life altering events, here we go.” I slowly start to grind on top of him. I’m already sore, and he’s stretching me fully. “My grandma asked me to join the priesthood. She was on her deathbed, so I told her I would do it as soon as I was old enough. I lied to a dying woman, Mel. I had zero intentions of ever becoming a priest.”

I put my bowl of ice cream down and focus on the man in front of me. I put both hands behind his head and take him in a deep kiss. I ride his cock while his rough hands grab my ass.

“You’re a bad boy, Adam Flynn. I should get out my ruler and spank that deliciously tight ass of yours.”

“If anyone is doing the spanking in our bedroom, it’s going to be me, Mrs. Flynn.” And he smacks my ass to prove his point. “Your turn, love. Tell me something profound.”

His hands maneuver my hips. He lowers his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth. His lips are cold from the ice cream, and the sensation causes me to shiver. “Eyes on me,” I tell him. He lets go of my nipple and his eyes clash with mine. I hold my breath and say, “This moment right here is the most profound of my life.”

“Why? Because you’re making love to your husband?” He kisses me again, his soft lips driving me so crazy I almost forgot what he asked.

“Eyes on me, Adam.” He complies. He holds his breath and waits for me to speak. “Because I’m in love with my husband.” His breathing stops. I lean in for a kiss, and he moves his head back. Large hands cradle my face, and blue eyes lock with my brown.

“Say that again.” His voice is soft, barely just a whisper.

“I’m in love with my husband. I love you, Adam.” No words come out of him. He stares into my eyes, then I feel him convulse underneath me. His cock pulses inside of me, and I know he’s just found his release.

“Tell me you mean it.” He closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine. “You can’t take this back, Mel. It will kill me if you wake up tomorrow and pretend you don’t remember. Promise me you won’t take this back.”

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