Page 104 of Desperate Games

Because from the moment I saw this woman at Junior’s wedding, all grown up and sexy as hell, I knew she was destined to be mine.

I just never expected her to care for me. But now I know different. Now I want it all.

Her jealousy, her joy, her desire, and her love.

I want that. I want it so fucking much.

Now, I know the kitchen counter isn’t the ideal place to fuck my pregnant wife, but fuck if I can wait to get her upstairs.

I need her now.

Need her like oxygen, like blood in my veins.

“Remy,” Andy moans into my mouth, nails raking my shoulders as her body arches into mine.

I want to devour her. My tongue is in her throat. And I know I want to fuck her there too. Soon.

I lick into her deep. She’s moaning against me.

Then she bites my lip, sharp enough to sting.

“Ouch. What was that for?” I grunt, half-shocked, half-turned on.

Hell, I am all turned on if I’m being honest. My cock is thumping, leaking precum inside my boxers, and all for her.

Her hazel eyes glitter, wild and wet.

“Because I needed you to stop kissing me long enough for me to tell you something.”

I freeze, chest heaving. “Tell me what?”

“I love you, too,” she whispers, voice trembling but steady enough to gut me.

Fuck. It’s like Cupid’s arrow goes straight through my black, fucked-up heart.

“Yeah? You love me too?” My voice is hoarse, desperate.

She nods, tears spilling over her flushed cheeks.

And I’m gone. Just gone.

This woman loves me.

With all my hard edges, with all my sins, with all the baggage I drag behind me like chains—she loves me.

“Thank fucking God,” I rasp, clutching her face in both hands and devouring her mouth.

I kiss her like I want to eat her alive, like I’ll never get another chance.

“Fuck, I need you, Baby. Right now.”

“Me too,” she whimpers, pupils blown wide.

“Good,” I growl, my control snapping like brittle glass. “Turn around. Hands on the counter.”

She obeys, fast, her hair spilling forward like a halo while her belly presses against the edge.

Such a good wife.