Page 106 of Salvaged Hearts

He snagged a condom and turned off the light in the next motion before coming back to join me on the bed. A low chuckle warmed the space over the crinkle of foil, making me grin a beat before he said, “Well,nowthey’re sexy.”

“What?” I breathed.

“Your nail lady wasn’t entirely wrong.”

“Oh,” I gasped in surprise, glancing down my body to where my nails glowed, my fingers still working in a tight circle over my clit. Shit, thatwasfun. “Oh!” A little thrill ran through me at the idea of him enjoying watching me, and in one breath, I dipped my fingers into my soaked entrance, splayed the opposite hand over my belly, and slid it up to massage a breast.

Greysongrowled.

That one sound was possessively demanding, and if I hadn’t already been dripping for him, that certainly would have done it.

In the next breath, he knocked my hand aside and sheathed himself inside me in three shallow thrusts before he met bottom. Head thrown back, I gasped for air, but it was his name on my lips. My body had just adapted when he hooked a hand under my thigh, rolling me onto my side as he pinned my leg up to my chest, those shallow thrusts growing deeper with each movement until he robbed me of breath.

Ecstasy. Mind spinning, body tingling, unspeakable fullness that consumed every single last brain cell I’d come in here with. My hands grappled for purchase—his shoulders, his biceps, hishands, the sheets. Whatever they could reach. Like I could stay on the planet if I held on tight enough.

“Your cock…incredible…So big,” I panted as he thrust in relentlessly.

“Damn straight,” he snarled, sliding into the hilt, pinning my leg back so he could get deeper. Every muscle in his body rippled in the low light, a dark silhouette on a mission to destroy me.

It was working. With every rock of his hips, every flex of those gorgeous glutes and shift of those shoulders, he shoved me toward the edge. But he knocked me clean over when he growled, “Come for me, Alice.”

Idetonated, my channel clamping down around him. Greyson’s body went rigid, and with a muttered curse, he stiffly slid out, fingers reaching down to grip his cock, giving it one yank before he poured himself into the condom.

Greyson

The golden bladeof morning light slicing across our bed woke me the following morning. But it was the heat of my wife’s decadent body curved against mine that nearly lulled me back to sleep. There had never been a peace like this woman safe in my bed. In my arms.

“You’re exquisite,” I breathed against her skin, groggily pressing a kiss to the back of her neck as she hummed her approval. Every time she gave me her body, I felt this tie between us strengthen. My need for her deepened. It was indescribable. Like an addict, I’d do about anything to get my fix. Beyond the sex, I craved her laugh and her sage words when we were apart. Her sarcasm when things got tense. “You sleep well, baby?”

“Mmmm,” she purred contentedly. One joint at a time, she straightened, popping her back and neck, followed by her ankles. “Like the dead.”

“Good. I did my job, then.”

“Is a vagina strain a thing?” She winced before giggling softly. “I think it’s a thing.”

Chuckling, I noted, “My dick feels bruised.”

“That third round was one too many.”

“Is there such a thing?” I argued, pulling her tighter against my body, taking way too much pleasure in the way she melted back into me.

“If I can walk without looking like John Wayne, you’ll win, but prospects aren’t high.” A deeply satisfied yawn cut off her joke. Rubbing languid palms against her eyes, Alice rotated in my grasp until we were face to face. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, earning another contented sigh. “Gotta get up.”

“Mmmm—no.”

She giggled before saying, “It’s Sunday.”

“And for the first time in weeks, I have no meetings to drag my carcass to.” I buried myself in her mess of wavy hair. Hell, I hadn’t even realized her hair was wavy until this morning. Had she never let it dry on its own before? “Bed.Stay.”

“I would if we could,” she assured. “But it’s family breakfast today.”

“Fuck,” I sighed.

“No, we already did that. Bruised dick, remember?”

“Very funny.”

“Come on, sleepy.”

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