Page 69 of Wretched Heart
“Oh, god. Hunter!”
My head lifts from the pillow, and my husband’s dark green eyes absorb every detail of my unravelling as it plays out on my face. I want to tell him that he’s going to have to catch me because his little bird is flying now. I’m rising upwards even as Hunter pins me down with each hard, demanding thrust. It’s too much. It’s too…
As I shatter around his cock, I release a guttural cry and I fucking soar.
The pleasure coursing through my body threatens to overwhelm me as Hunter continues to drive into me. I’m gasping for breath as I drop my head back onto the pillow. My legs, still resting on Hunter’s shoulders, are boneless, but I feel the stinging slap of his thighs against my ass as he nails me to the bed like he promised. With a roar that I’m already getting addicted to, Hunter drives into me hard enough to knock what little breath I have left from my lungs. His features contort and he holds his position as he comes.
Hunter rolls his hips back and forth as he unloads. Determined to milk him dry, I squeeze my pussy around him, and his groans turn into a laugh.
“You’re too fucking perfect,” he says as he lets my legs drop to the mattress. And they do drop because every last ounce of my strength has evaporated. He grinds against me one last time before pulling out and collapsing next to me. “Not to mention exhausting. What time is it? Have we got time to sleep?”
I’d glanced at my phone earlier. “It must be nearly six by now.”
Hunter closes his eyes and another laugh rumbles through his chest. “I was right. You will be the death of me. I need a couple more hours.”
“You sleep, I’m going to have a shower,” I say, lifting up onto my side and running my hand across his torso.
Hunter’s response is a gentle snore, and he doesn’t stir as my hand roves up and down the contours of his muscular body. I kiss him gently on the lips, and then I will my legs to carry me to the bathroom.
I make an early start in the office, and although I’m alone for now, Mace must be up because he sends me an email responding to my request to access Morgan’s files and emails. My brother-in-law reminds me that I should ask the mill’s IT support staff to do this sort of thing from now on because I’m the boss, but he grants me access anyway. He also adds a note to say it’s a waste of my time because his bots have already scanned everything.
That just makes me all the more determined to find something, and I’m so absorbed in my search that I’m only vaguely aware when the others start to arrive. Or maybe I just want to make a point that I’m committed and capable. I don’t look up when someone puts a cup of coffee on my desk.
“Thanks, Reid.”
Another dark suit floats in my periphery. “Still chasing dead ends?” Mace asks.
“Sorry if I don’t trust your little bot army. AI hasn’t replaced instinct just yet.”
He sighs. “Well, my instinct says Morgan isn’t stupid enough to keep anything incriminating in his work files.”
I continue scrolling through pages of emails. “Not stupid, but arrogant enough to think we wouldn’t spot anything amiss.”
“Whatever,” Mace mumbles as he places a plate of toast next to my coffee. “Connie made me bring it.”
“Well, thank you for being a sweetie,” I say in a sing-song voice, which is far removed from the professional persona I’m trying to portray. And naturally, that’s the moment another figure appears at my desk. And it’s not Hunter, who’s probably stillfast asleep.
“Good morning, Maddison,” Ash says. Sleep has done nothing to soften his attitude towards me. Hunter’s older brother can seemingly suck the light from the room without even trying.
I sit back in my chair. “Hello, Asher. You seem so much brighter this morning.”
He must surely pick up on the sarcasm, but he gives nothing away. “Maddison, I do believe you’re sitting at my desk.”
Shit. I’d forgotten about that. “Oops, my bad,” I say. I’m not brave enough to fight him for it so I close my laptop and stand. “It’s all yours,” I say, taking a step away.
“You should find somewhere else in the house to work,” he says as he circles his desk. “There are conversations that need to take place in here that have no relevance to you. I hope you understand.”
I give him a non-committal grunt as he takes the seat I’ve warmed for him “I’ll bear that in mind for the future.”
Ignoring his glare, I reach across him to pick up a slice of toast from the plate I leave on his desk. With no intention of respecting the exclusion zone he’s trying to create, I perch on the edge of the desk next to him.
“I was actually thinking we should spend some time together,” I say before taking a bite of my toast. I chew thoughtfully. “We can’t build trust if we’re never in the same room.”
Ash shoves my laptop to one side and sets down his own. “We’ll be seeing more than enough of each other.”
I take another bite of toast as I scrutinize his face. His beard helps mask his features, but I note how his cheekbones are more pronounced than Hunter’s, and his jaw not as wide. There are other differences too. “You’re the only brother with hazeleyes.”
Those eyes flicker with something dangerous. “All the better to see you with,” says the wolf.
