Page 294 of The Defiant Curse

“Let me finish. I didn’t want anyone to cheapen our marriage by thinking it was some cheap hookup. I value my husband and our relationship. No one will talk about my man like that. They are lucky Elizabeth took it easy on them. I would have killed them.”

Graham understood.

“You’re not embarrassed by me?”

Michael moved closer.

It was clear his husband was still worried. His reaction had said it all.

Well, it was time to fix that.

“Never,” he promised. “The only thing I’m embarrassed by is my lack of control around you. You make me insane, Graham. You always have.”

Pulling off his sweater, he tossed it across the room, and it landed on the floor.

Next, his pants followed, and as he stood there in his boxer briefs, the evidence of his lust was clearly visible. He was rock-hard and desperate for the man.

“It’s time to enjoy my husband,” he said.

It was clear to Graham that Michael was definitely not as drunk as he thought he was, because someone was incredibly turned on.

Grabbing his man, he pulled him toward him on the bed by the ankle, and ripped open his pants to roughly yank them down his body.

Graham whimpered in need.

This man made him absolutely insane, and he couldn’t get enough of him. He could manhandle him any day of the week.

Trust.

And.

Believe.

When he pulled his pants off of his body, he grabbed his shirt next and tore it open.

Buttons went flying everywhere, and there was that deep, feral growl from somewhere in Michael’s body that told Graham that this was going to be anything but gentle.

Perfect.

Tonight, he wanted wild.

He wanted crazy.

He wanted Michael disorderly.

“Please,” he begged.

Oh, well, this was about to be one hell of a night for the man. Michael was feeling possessive, and when he was drinking, that lust was always insatiable.

There wouldn’t be one round.

There wouldn’t be two.

His plan was to be just as exhausted in the morning as humanly possible, and not from the beer.

From the fuckery.

Because it was about to be a wild night in their bedroom. His husband could bet on that.