Page 117 of Inspiring Izzy

"Once in a while?"

I stand and pull my dress over my head. Brady's hands run along my stomach as I fumble with the bra clasp.

"Come here," Brady chuckles as I arch my back, trying to get it unhooked.

When I'm comfortably straddling his waist again, he helps me remove my bra. The moment the fabric is gone, Brady cups my breasts in his hands.

"I think we should do this more than once in a while," he raises an eyebrow.

"How often?" I ask.

"Once a week?" he proposes.

I unzip his pants with more finesse than I did removing my bra. We both laugh as I shove my hand into his pants and run my fingers over his hard cock. I try to pull it out, but he has to lift his ass off the computer chair, taking me with him and shimmy out of his slacks. I shove them down to his ankles as he slips my thong to the side.

"We're a great team," I throw my head back and laugh.

"I've never had this much fun before," Brady runs his hands through my hair.

As I sink into him, I let out a moan. Brady's hand tangles with my hair and he tugs gently. My eyes close involuntarily, his lips finding my neck and sucking my skin into his mouth.

My nipples harden as his tongue runs along my throat.

"God, you taste so good, Iz."

I forget how to speak—how to form words. It wasn't like this with Brady before. It wasn't this fun and exciting. It was good—it was better than good. It was earth-shattering. But what we're doing now, this is...it's making love to my husband.

I'm finally making love to Brady as my husband.

I roll my hips and listen as he inhales sharply against my collarbone.

"You feel amazing," Brady mutters as his arms snake around my back and he lifts his head to kiss my lips.

We get a rhythm going as I rock against him and he pushes into me. I hold onto him as if my life depends on it. I know I'm not losing him this time around, but I feel safe here with Brady. I've waited to feel this safe my whole life.

I didn't feel it when my bio dad was making my bio mom cry. I didn't feel it when my bio mom worked two jobs to make ends meet when my bio dad was in jail. I didn't feel it when my bio mom died and Mom and Dad adopted me. I didn't feel it when I grew up an outsider. I didn't feel it when Steve and I got married.

Maybe it was me. Maybe I didn't feel safe because I didn't let myself.

With Brady, though, it's different. I trust him more than I've ever trusted anyone in my life.

Tears fill my eyes as I lay my head on his shoulder, my heart beating so fast I'm afraid it might fly out of my chest.

"I love you, Iz," he whispers as he gently kisses my shoulder.

We move together, heat building between us as we hold onto each other.

I'm close, so close. One more thrust and I know I'll topple over the edge.

"Brady?"

I hear his name and immediately realize it didn't come from my mouth.

"Oh my god!" echoes through the room as I lift my head off Brady's shoulder and twist to see Angie standing in the doorway. "Oh my god!" she shrieks again before she turns and slams the door shut.

My heart hammers violently in my chest as I jump off Brady and begin searching for my bra.

"Iz," he reaches for me.

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