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I hadn’t craved a man in a forever. The limo didn’t count. I was drunk. Neither did his office. I was confused.
That wasn’t true. I wanted Vander.
I had desired him for a while. It had built over the last year. When he’d pulled at the wall, he kept around himself. Tore away the monster he’d always tried to show me.
That was not the man I married. He was still a murderer, still the head of a crime syndicate, but to me, he was… my husband.
He was kind and caring. Sweet. He valued my opinion. Respected my choices. I saw the real him. The devoted man who cried when the people he loved were hurt. Who’d do anything to protect them. Make them happy.
This undeniable pull I’d felt towards him had only grown with each look. Each touch. Each kind word.
And now it was a humming in my veins. An insistent need I couldn’t ignore.
I craved him. I wanted him to crave me. He hadn’t tried to touch me since our wedding night. Since the night I’d told him the truth about my marriage to his brother.
Was he disgusted by the scars? Did he think I was damaged? Did he no longer see me as the beautiful woman he’d first met?
In the limo last night, Jesus, was it only yesterday he’d touched me? Only after I’d begged. He’d never once hurt me. Not physically. But my heart was bruising. My confidence wavering.
But if I had to beg again, I would. Because I needed him.
I choked down my fears as I reached for the door and pushed it open. I couldn’t wait anymore. His room was dark, only the faint light from the bathroom casting a dim glow over his form on the bed.
He lay with his arm propped behind his head on the pillows. He held a book in one hand, lowering it as I stepped further inside. The muscles on his biceps bulged as he looked at me without surprise. As if he was aware of me on the other side of the door. Like he’d been waiting for me, too.
“Did you need something, Sunflower?” My heart beat faster as the nickname left his lips.
His deliciously full lips. I wondered if they tasted as good as my drunk memory told me they did. What would they feel like coasting down my neck? Between my legs? I’d never done it before, but this man made me want things I never thought I would.
“Grace?” He sat up a little straighter, placing his book on the nightstand. The sheets fell with his movement.
I stared at his naked chest. The tattoos that covered his hard body. Even laying in bed, I could tell he was a predator. Strong. Fierce. Protective. Ever since my marriage, I feared powerful men, but I didn’t fear him. I knew he would never hurt me.
“Is something wrong?”
The concern in his tone snapped me out of my fantasies. “Wh-what did you say?”
Vander’s mouth twitched into a smirk as he watched me. It was as if he could read my thoughts. Or rather, see my eyes roaming over his skin. “I asked if you needed something.”
My confidence grew as his deep, sexy voice washed over me. I drifted toward the bed, loving how he sat a little straighter, like he didn’t want to miss a single movement. I loved how his evergreen gaze ran over every inch of my body. Taking in the pale yellow negligee I’d worn. The one I’d bought just for him.
The small top cupped my full breasts; my hard nipples visible through the sheer fabric. It had long sleeves and molded to my body. Showing my curves as it hid my scars. It stopped just above my knees. Sheer yellow thigh-high tights covered my legs. It was sexy without displaying any skin.
I crawled onto the bed, resting back on my knees as I watched him watch me. His hands twitched like he wanted to reach out for me. “Yes, I need something.”
“Anything, Sunflower. Name it, and it’s yours.” His voice was husky, like he was just as affected.
My breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths as I shifted closer. I relished the feel of his hard muscles underneath my hands as I rested them on his chest. Leaning forward, I whispered in his ear. “You. I need you.”
Without a second thought, I swung my leg over his body until I was straddling him. My nails dug into his skin as my hips rocked instinctively. I’d only been with a few men, but even I could tell Vander’s cock was impressive. It was thick and hard, pressing on my already soaked clit.
“Grace, what are you doing?” His fists clenched the sheets like he was holding himself back from touching me.
I wanted him to touch me. Craved his rough palms skimming across my skin. Yearned to feel the stretch and burn as he filled me with his cock.
“Trying to fuck my husband.” My moan mixed with his groan as his cock hit my clit. I dug my nails into his chest and ground down harder.
“You don’t need to do this. You’ll get your baby.” His hands cupped my cheeks, brushing away a piece of hair that had fallen in front of my face. My eyes fell shut as I leaned into his touch. I could feel his lips hovering near mine as he whispered.
