Page 62 of Cursing My Cheating Husband

His chest hair was back. After years of shaving, there was once again thick hair that covered his pecs and trailed invitingly down the center line of his abs. I remembered running my fingers through it when we were dating, how it had felt against my palms, my cheek, my lips…

Gods, I’d forgotten how incredible he looked like this. Natural. Masculine. Primal.

He looked like some kind of ancient warrior, defending his woman with brutal efficiency, unbothered by being half-naked and battered by the elements. The boxer briefs left nothing to the imagination, clinging to every inch of him, outlining the thick length of his cock as he moved. The soaked fabric molded to the hard muscle of his ass, emphasizing the flex of his glutes with each step.

The raw dominance sent heat flooding through my body, despite everything.

I snapped myself out of it. This was getting out of hand. I needed to get these idiots out of here before Maddox actually killed them.

I focused my teleportation magic and set a target of the Nightshade Cove security office. They’d know how to handle these fools. Both militiamen vanished in a shimmer of energy.

Maddox looked around wildly, his fists still clenched, adrenaline pumping through him. His eyes found mine. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Rain ran down his face. He looked carnal and dangerous, sexy in a way that made my mouth go dry.

I walked toward him slowly, my pulse hammering. When I reached him, I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

"You're growing your chest hair back," I said, breathier than I had intended.

"Yeah. You said you liked it," he replied, his voice rough but eager.

The rain poured down on us. My hand was still on his chest. His eyes were locked on mine, questioning and hopeful.

I knew I didn’t want him to fuck me. That would give him too much pleasure.

But I knew exactly what I did want.

“Maddox, take me inside and go down on me.”

CHAPTER 26

MADDOX

Iwas so shocked by Callie’s words, I wasn’t sure I could trust my own ears. It seemed too good to be true, like something that could only happen in a dream.

“Don’t make me say it twice,” she commanded.

That was all I needed to hear.

I took one stride toward her and swept her into my arms with the same move. She gasped as I lifted her, one arm beneath her knees and the other supporting her back. Her body felt so light as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She fit perfectly against my chest, like she was made to be held by me.

As I carried her into the room, I reveled in this. I never thought she’d let me touch her like this again. I made eye contact, and was encouraged she didn’t look away. Could I kiss her? I leaned in…

When her hand tightly gripped the hair on the back of my head, holding me there.

I was being a stupid fuck. Don’t push for more! She’s giving me a chance to show I can pleasure her. Focus on that and only that. After what I’d done, it was right that getting her off was the only thing on the menu. Callie consenting to anything sexually with me immediately made this the best day of my goddamn life.

The stakes of this were incredible. This was the championship game of pussy eating, and I needed to win!

No man has ever done a better job of pleasuring his woman than I was about to do.

We reached the bed, and I was about to lay her down on the crisp white sheets…

“Maddox, I’m soaked,” she said.

“Already?” I blurted, thrown.

“From the rain,” she clarified, with only slight impatience at my stupidity.

“Oh, right.” I set her on her feet instead.