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My gaze jerked up in time to catch her eye roll in the mirror. “Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl. I won’t mistake sex for feelings, and even if I do fall tits over toes in love with you again and you shatter my heart into a million pieces, I’ll survive.” She arched a sardonic brow at our reflection. “Ask me how I know.”

Her words punched the air right out of my lungs. It took me a moment to recover, and then I cleared my throat. “I meant your ribs.”

“Oh. Right.” She blinked. “Well, I’m fine there, too.”

I kept staring at her, my dick nudging her opening, too fucking devastated to push in.

She growled. “Seb, I swear to god, if you don’t put your dick inside me right this second, I’m going to march my naked ass out that door and find a cowboy who will.”

“Over my dead body.”

I slammed home.

She gasped my name, head thrown back so her curls tumbled down her back, eyes half-mast and pink lips slack with pleasure. It was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen and I⁠—

I was inside my wife for the first time in years. The clutch of her wet, silky cunt was a heaven I had never expected to experience again. My heart beat so hard I could hear it in my ears, feel it in my fingertips.

It was too much. I squeezed my eyes shut and slapped a palm to the dresser, my other hand digging into the soft flare of her hip, and breathed in hard through my nose. Do not fucking come, do not fucking come. A few more of those, and I managed to pull myself together.

When I opened my eyes again, I found her staring at me. “Are you all right?” she asked quietly.

“It’s just fucking, right? Why wouldn’t I be all right?” My hips snapped forward, taking myself as deep as I could go. Flesh slapped against flesh, and the sudden force had Lila gripping the edge of the dresser to brace herself. She whimpered and pushed back against me. That felt fucking great, so I did it again. “You like when I fuck you hard like that, baby? Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she panted. Her knuckles were white as she held on tighter. “More. Please.”

“You’re so sweet when you beg.”

Her eyes narrowed into slits of gray even as she moaned her approval of what my dick was doing to her pussy. She was angry, too, same as me. The only difference was she had a right to her anger.

In the mirror, her lush tits bounced with every thrust of my hips. So fucking pretty. Her cunt squeezed me tight, and my eyes damn near rolled back into my head. A sheen of sweat coated my skin. My body was on fire. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Hold me.” Her words were a throaty whisper, her eyes pleading with me in the mirror.

I knew exactly what she wanted. One hand slid down her soft belly to cup her sex, the heel of my palm adding pressure to her clit, while my other hand wrapped around her throat. I squeezed, just enough.

“Seb,” she moaned. Her body shuddered as her release tore through her. She went boneless, sagging in my arms.

Then I lost my damn mind. I bent my knees and hauled her against my body, pancaking her back to my chest, my hips pistoning into her with rough, frantic jerks. If I could have pulled her into my body while thrusting into hers, I would have done it, made us inhabit the same bones and mess and never let her go.

Mine, mine, mine, my masochist heart chanted with every thrust.

Even though I swore I wouldn’t, I forced her face to mine and took her mouth again. I had to. It was the only way to keep the words from pouring out. My release ripped through me, and I shouted against her lips.

We were both half wrecked, shaking from the exertion of remaining upright. I shuffled us backward to the bed, and we collapsed together. We rolled wordlessly to our sides, our bodies clicking into place like missing puzzle pieces, her hips tucked against my groin and my chin resting on the crown of her head. Like I had a hundred times before, I dragged the top of my foot along the arch of hers. Her hair tickled my nose.

“We didn’t think this through,” Lila murmured sleepily. “Only one bed makes it hard to fuck and leave. Critical error.”

“Guess we’ll have to cuddle. Oh, no.”

She laughed softly. Wiggled deeper into my arms. “Oh, no,” she agreed.

I peered down my nose at her. At this angle, her face was distorted, but I could still make out her lips.

Her smiling lips. Lila was smiling.

The knot in my chest loosened, her smile unraveling a single thread.

Joy.