Page 60 of Perdition

Em’s head shot up, her eyes widening in shock as she gasped.

As Frost watched, her expression slipped from fear to surprise to sadness then to anger—the full gamut of the wronged wife.

However, that far too quick flash of lust in her gaze—burning hot and fast like a magnesium flare—made him all the more aware of the current situation.

He was hard as fuck.

His wife was naked.

Needy.

And from the way she was pressing her thighs together, she was turned on.

He was an asshole, a piece of shit, but he was also so, so, so very good at pleasuring his woman.

Fuck, his woman was incredible, and she proved that in the next second when she straightened to her full height, pulled backher shoulders, which made those big, lush tits jiggle, and planted her fists on her hips, completely unbothered by her naked state.

She was more focused on him…just how he liked it.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” she demanded, her eyes flashing between anger and annoyance.

But he wondered who she was more annoyed at—him or herself.

She wanted him, he knew that, and he also knew she didn’twantto want him.

Not in that moment.

And probably not for a long while.

He couldn’t blame her for that.

Yeah, she’s not the emotionally disloyal moron in this relationship.

Wasn’t that the fucking truth.

“I just came in when I heard you screaming,” he answered, leaning against the doorframe with an ease he wasn’t really feeling.

“Don’t meet her defensiveness by getting defensive, Dad. I know you’ll want to growl back like some cornered dog when she lashes out at you, but don’t. Take the lashing. You’ve earned that punishment. When she goes left, go right. When she gets aggressive or tries to push you or force you to act, don’t do it. Like putty thrown against a wall, take the impact and deal.”

War’s words flowed through his mind.

Like putty against a wall….

And he was fucking putty at the vision before him—his pissed off, turned on wife.

Em lifted her chin haughtily. “That doesn’t give you the right to come in here—I’m naked, Frost!”

Ignoring how she used his road name instead of his actual name at home, in their bedroom, he bit back a groan, not evenbothering to hide the fact he was eating up every glorious inch of her bare body with his ravenous gaze.

“I can see that, baby,” he drawled thickly, then swallowed.

He couldn’t remember a time before when he’d been this hard, this painfully needy for his wife’s body. Sure, he’d been gone for months at a time during deployments, but there was a difference between lack of intimacy because of distance—something that couldn’t be changed, and lack of intimacy because he’d been an idiot.

He was gagging for even a single touch from his wife. For the intimacy he’d been missing for months.

How was that even possible, to go months without worshipping Em? Being inside of Em? Hearing Em’s moans of pleasure, the way she’d whimper his name when his cock hit that one spot perfectly? The way her breath would catch once the orgasm began to build, and her pussy would grip him tighter, pulse around him faster and harder as he pounded into her moist heat?

Em gasped, pointing a finger at him. “Oh no you don’t!” she practically hissed. “I know that look! There is no way we’re having sex right now! I am so freaking pissed at you?—”