Page 20 of Hades

My arms threatened to buckle, barely holding me up against the counter. I clutched Simon’s wrist at my throat as a wave of sheer bliss washed over me. I was nothing but a puddle in his control, pliant and shuddering and willing to do anything as long as we could continue chasing this euphoric high.

Simon bent over me, kissing my neck, rolling and circling his hips. I pushed my ass back against him, wiggling for more. His belt buckle would probably leave a bruise tomorrow, but I didn’t care.

I felt utterly exquisite in Simon’s care as molten heat coursed through every muscle and every vein.

“God, you’re close, honey,” Simon said, his voice strangled and tight.

Releasing his grip on my throat, he grabbed my hips and rammed in, pulsing with short, quick strokes. Hitting my G-spot over and over.

My vision whited out as I came, clutching the counter, arms trembling, mouth open on a wordless gasp. Simon kept going with the stamina of a stallion. Grasping my waist, he pulled me down onto his cock, manhandling me like a toy. Little spasms of pleasure continued to ripple through my twitching muscles. The slap of skin against skin and our harsh breathing filled the kitchen.

Then he gave one last thrust as he came with a guttural growl, cock twitching. I reached back and pulled Simon’s arms tight around me, dreading the moment when he pulled out and I was left empty all over again.

Simon slumped with his weight crushing me against the counter. There was a tackiness between my thighs, and my legs felt jittery, as if they might give out at any moment. I leaned my head back against his shoulder with a dreamy little smile.

“After all these years, we’re still really good at that,” I said.

His dark eyes gleamed with adoration and he nuzzled into me with butterfly kisses. I closed my eyes, soaking up every second, cradling Simon’s head in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

“Invite me to stay,” he mumbled into my skin. “Don’t make me go home alone, honey. Please.”

I didn’t have the heart to send him away. Simon rarely asked to spend the night so I didn’t feel pressured into enduring how complicated his presence could be in the house we used to share together.

“On one condition,” I replied.

“Name it,” Simon replied without hesitation.

“I want to fall asleep in your arms.”

He breathed a faint noise of amusement.

“That shouldn’t be too difficult, since I can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re around as it is. I thought you were going to say no touching allowed. And then we would have a problem.”

I laughed softly and turned around, curling into his chest.

Chapter seven

Hades

I woke in a swath of early morning sunlight, with Jenny’s warm, bare body draped over mine. The sheets pooled around her waist, exposing the smooth skin of her back. I couldn’t resist trailing my fingertips along the curve of her spine. She shifted with a sleepy murmur, burrowing her face into my neck.

I would give anything to stop time right now and keep my Jenny like this for eternity, naked, safe, and satisfied.

But a thump echoed from upstairs, followed by pattering footsteps. The kids were waking up. Pretty soon, one—or both—of them would come looking for their mother to get the day started.

I sighed and closed my eyes, burying my nose in Jenny’s hair. Breathing her in. I could just make out the faint scent of wedding cake clinging to her.

My foolish heart—still lovesick over this woman—coiled around the tentative hope that maybe a second chance might be on the table to rebuild our marriage and our relationship.

But deep down, I knew that wasn’t likely to happen.

Jenny and I only ended up in bed together out of habit. After spending ten years of our lives entwined, it was all too easy to slip into the comfort of familiar patterns. I recognized every hitch of her breath and sidelong glance she cast in my direction. I knew what she needed, what she wanted, and a single word never had to pass her lips.

As soon as Jenny woke up, she would start making excuses. Reasoning away what we did last night and how it didn’t actually mean anything.

I had too much champagne yesterday. I wasn’t thinking straight.

It’s just sex, and it does not fix our marriage.