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“Yes, it’s me.” I responded, our faces so close her minty breath caressed my skin. “Now could you get the fucking barrel of your gun off the underside of my chin, please?”

It was fucking hot that she had such quick reflexes, even coming out of the dead of sleep. She glanced at her hand, as if she hadn’t even known she’d drawn the firearm. Maybe she hadn’t.

“Sorry. It’s a habit,” she replied, tucking her Sig back under her pillow as she sat up, forcing me to pull away despite only wanting to get closer. The sheet pooled in her lap, revealing the crimson bra she’d worn to sleep. She looked positively sinful in the tiny lace cups that barely came up high enough to cover her nipples. Nipples that hardened under my scrutiny.

“Stop staring at my tits, Caleb, and tell me why you broke into my room.”

I dragged my eyes up to her light cerulean ones. “You can hardly call it a break-in when I literally opened the door,” I said.

The corners of her plump lips pulled up into a bright smile as she let out a bark of laughter.

“Well, I guess I can’t argue against my own line, huh?” she asked, amusement dancing in her eyes. The hate that usually painted her pretty face was missing, and hope skipped in my heart.

“Caleb?”

Her voice was breathy as I cupped her face gently, leaning in and pulling her bottom lip between mine. The wet plop it made when I released it was like a gunshot at the races, sending us into a frenzied make-out session, our lips and tongues devouring each other. She was everything I could ever want. Ever need.

The delicious burn of her hands pulling at my hair sent eclectic pulses straight to my cock as she broke away and sank her teeth into the tender flesh of my throat.

“What are you doing in here, Caleb?” she asked, laving at the spot she’d just nipped.

The words caught in my throat.

She leaned back at my hesitation, a frown pulling down her brows. There was no way for me to resist smoothing away the lines with my thumb and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

“I’m a dumbass, Scar. I’ve always held on to the belief that I couldn’t love a woman because women can’t handle this life. That I would lose someone again because of that.” Her eyes widened when I said love, but I continued, choosing not to think too deeply about my word choice. “You’ve always been fierce and capable, and it fucked me up that the only woman who could soothe my fears shares the same last name with a man I hate. But I don’t give a fuck what your last name is. You’re fucking mine, and I’m yours if you’ll have me,” I said, holding my breath as I watched her face for a sign of what she was thinking.

She searched my face, gnawing on her bottom lip.

“Last name was,” she replied, satisfaction shining in her eyes.

“What?”

Her soft hands cupped my jaw. “You don’t care what my last name was. Because I’m now a Callahan.”

I watched as she licked her lips, making my stomach clench.

Those words shattered my brain function, making me lose control until she was pinned below my body. My lips slammed onto hers. Her soft lips moved against mine, their sensual caress making me feel like I was drunk on my favorite whiskey. All the emotions we hadn’t said aloud flowed between us with each kiss.

“I wanted to fuck you nice and slow, wife, but I don’t think I can do that,” I growled out, ripping off the rest of the sheet and groaning when I spotted the blood-red silk thong she wore. The one she’d let me fill with my cum.

“On all fours, wife. I want to eat this pussy from behind.”

I chuckled darkly as she moaned out fuck, scrambling into the position I wanted her in. The globes of her ass had my cock rock hard. She yelped when my hand cracked across her perfect flesh before rubbing the sting away. Her body shook with anticipation as I pulled the silky fabric down her thighs, blowing cool air on her dripping pussy.

It was only by an act of God that I was able to resist leaning forward and burying my tongue inside, but I wanted her on fucking pins and needles.

“Don’t you fucking move, Scar,” I ordered, landing another hit to her ass cheek as I pulled out my phone and started music.

“Damn, Caleb. Pulling out all the stops.”

“I want the first time your husband sinks his cock into that sinful pussy of yours to be a good one, Scar,” I answered, pulling off my boxers. My erection bobbed and swayed as I moved toward her glistening pussy. “Look how fucking wet you are for me. Do you want me to fuck this tight cunt, wife?” I asked, brushing the head of my cock through her slit to her clit.

“Holy shit.”

“That’s not an answer, Scar.” A loud crack sounded in the room, red blooming across her ass cheek. “Tell me,” I demanded.

“Yes. I want you to fuck my tight cunt.” She looked over her shoulder at me, defiance shining in her eyes. “Fuck me hard enough that it’s your name I yell out. I have a few to choose from.”