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One thing I’ve learned about Luna is she’s a gladiator. Send her into the ring and she’ll win. Hands down. Every time.

That’s why this moment doesn’t need a battle. I need to retreat.

But not with my tail between my legs.

With my wife on the counter, thighs still spread, her pussy lips on display, wet from her arousal and my tongue, I long to stay on my knees in supplication.

Instead, I stand, lean forward, and press a kiss to her forehead, trying to convey how much she means to me in that simple gesture.

“I’m going to walk Pig,” I murmur against her flushed skin. When I meet her eyes, I’m satisfied to see some of the stoicism crack with her confused blink. In her befuddled state, I’m able to dive in and steal a quick kiss from her lips. “Don’t you dare touch those dishes.” Then I force myself to back away, dropping my hands to my crotch to cover the tent in my pants. Good thing it’s dark outside. No neighbors have to see me walking around sporting major wood.

“Come on, little piggy,” I call to the sleeping pit bull. Pig lifts her head, then gives an undignified groan as she heaves herself out of her dog bed. When the two of us head toward the hallway, I glance behind me and spy Luna still on the counter, watching my departure with her mouth open wide in shock.

The sight is adorable. I fight the urge to sprint over and ply her with more kisses. But that would leave me vulnerable to her knee-jerk argument reaction.

Luna needs space to process what we just did. Pig gives a full-body wiggle as I slip her harness on. After I close the door and head out to the sidewalk, I tuck my still-hard dick into my waistband just in case I run into someone.

Space gives Luna time to think, but it’s also the same freedom for me. Time to replay, over and over, what just happened. Hell, I can still taste her arousal on my tongue. Hear her growl my name. Feel the scrape of her nails against my scalp.

This is not helping my dick soften at all.

Pig demands we stop as she intently sniffs a collection of bushes.

There’s another reason I left, blatantly avoiding a fight with Luna. Keeping the erotic memory free of any shadows. For both of us.

Without me there to start an argument with, hopefully Luna sees we don’t need to have one. That life can be this easy. We can fuck on the kitchen counter, then I’ll take the dog out and do the dishes. Simple as that. Life doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be shockingly easy.

We can be easy together.

I know I shouldn’t get ahead of myself, that I should accept what happened as a happy reality and not let my brain imagine more. But I can’t help playing the fantasy out of me returning home, cleaning up the dishes, then walking into my bedroom to find her naked under the covers waiting for me.

Now that I know what her pussy looks like, tastes like, I long to learn the sensation of her tightening around my shaft. To be inside her when the next orgasm hits.

I would empty out my savings account just to hear her moan my name.

“She’s not going to be in my bed,” I mutter to myself, needing to say the words aloud to try to force them through the lust-fogged part of my brain. Pig throws me a curious glance, then pulls to get us moving faster.

I’m eager to get back to Luna but also worried about what I’ll find there.

Probably nothing. Luna will likely shut herself up in her bedroom, playing ghost with me for however long she can keep that up for.

Despair digs claws into my gut at the thought, but I’m not the type to badger a woman who doesn’t want to be around me.

Even if that woman is my wife.

ChapterThirty-Three

LUNA

He left.

Just strolled out the front door. With my dog.

And now I’m alone in the kitchen, all wound up for a fight with no sparring partner.

Should I shout into the air? Shadow box with my fear that this careful arrangement is ruined?

That I ruined it?

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