Page 52 of Mad Love

And I am going to rip those guys a new asshole for causing my girl pain. My girl? Yeah, that’s who Blaise is. She’s my woman. My wife.

“Cross my heart, babe, I will be the utmost gentleman. Like I said, you set the pace.”

“Thank you, Maddox.” She reaches over, grabs the condom off the nightstand, and rips into the package. Blaise takes my cock in her hand and rolls it on like a champ.

“Do that often, baby?”

“No need to be jealous. I practiced a lot on bananas.”

This woman . . . I sling my arm over my eyes. Smile. “You’ll be the death of me with your comments from left field .”

She laughs, the sound low and husky. “And you’re killing me slowly with your rock-hard body.”

“Get on your back, babe.”

Blaise does as I asked.

“Spread those legs.”

She doesn’t protest.

I bunch the satin around her body but leave her breasts uncovered. I want to suck those little buds into my mouth and taste the raspberries with my tongue.

“Ready?”

She bites down on her bottom lip. Nods. I finger her sex until she’s wet. It doesn’t take long to get her wet. She’s already dripping with desire.

I line up our hips and slowly nudge her opening with the head of my cock. Blaise lifts her arms and holds on to my biceps. Her small fingers dig into my flesh as I slide another inch inside her. She’s tight, wet. I groan. Tip back my head. She will be the death of me. I’m certain of it. I slide in and out. Her inner muscles clench my rod. It’s erotic as fuck holding on to my restraint and knowing she trusts me fully to keep to my word.

“Mmm, that feels so good. You feel so good.”

She squeezes my arms. Closes her eyes. A serene look on her face. Color high on her cheeks. I slide another inch inside her and hit a barrier. I move out. In and out. Go faster.

“Blaise, I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Come for me.”

I come on command, and damn, the power she has over me. Shaken up by her control over me—something no woman’s had, including Kris—I pull out of her and get rid of the condom in the bathroom trash bin. I return with a warm, wet cloth, and pressing it on her sex, I clean up our sex mess.

“Thank you, Maddox.” She curls up against me, a satin sheet separating us.

“For what, baby?” I put another set of sheets over her nakedness.

Someday, she’ll let me hold her naked form against mine. Skin to skin. Someday.

“For putting up with my odd asks.”

“I like your oddities.”

“You’ll tire of them.”

“Never. Patience is a virtue, and in darkness, there is light.”

She caresses up and down my face with her gloved fingers. “Your understanding means the world to me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

The words are out before I can stop them. But after everything is said and done, will one woman be enough to keep me on the straight path of faithfulness? Or will I be like my father, going through women as though they’re a flavor of the month?

Yet when Blaise reaches for my gloved hand with her own and intertwines our fingers, setting our clasped hands in the space between us, a twinge settles in my chest on the spot where my heart is.

The better question would be: when all is said and done, can I let Blaise go if she decides to end the marriage?

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