Page 33 of Hades

Jenny nodded, her pupils dilated full black. She stretched out against me, pressing her tits to my chest. I stifled a moan, forcing myself to sit still instead of grinding into her hip like I wanted to.

“Show me that I belong to you,” Jenny murmured. “Mark me. Claim me. Remind me what a good husband you are.”

A rumble emanated deep in my chest. I smoothed my hands down to grab her ass so hard that Jenny squealed.

“No,” I said.

She blinked at me, surprised.

“No?”

“Those damn divorce papers are still floating around,” I replied. “For seven years, you have been reminding me that we’re legally divorced. I intend to fix that. So, I’ll take you on dates and I’ll propose all over again.”

A small smile played across Jenny’s lips.

“According to your club, I thought we were still married."

I gripped Jenny’s hips, rutting up against her clothed pussy. A shudder rippled down her back with a whine of desperation.

“That’s true. But if I’m going to get my wife back, I plan to do it right. And I’ll make sure that you can clearly see I’m the only man who will worship the ground you walk on, honey.”

Jenny slid her hands up my chest and around my neck, kissing me. Her tongue slipped past my lips, tangling with mine. She pushed my cut off my shoulders, palming at the ridge of my cock through my jeans.

I shook my head, prying her hand away from me.

“Not like this,” I said. “Not when you’re still dressed up for him.”

“Then get me naked for you,” she replied.

I swore under my breath. Within seconds, I had her dress off and her panties on the floor. As soon as Jenny unhooked her bra and her tits spilled free, I swept her into my arms, tugging her under the sheets with me. She huffed a faint laugh, peeling my shirt off and snuggling closer.

The sweet musk of her arousal hung heavy in the air. All I had to do was get rid of my jeans and I could be inside her in a heartbeat.

Instead, I gathered Jenny close, caressing her bare skin and breathing her in.

“Simon,” she pleaded, wriggling against me. “What are you waiting for?”

I thought I'd lost her. I thought I would never be able to hold her like this again. Of course I craved sex just as much as she did right now.

But I needed to make sure she meant it. I needed to see that she wouldn’t change her mind after we slept together.

“Just…stay here, mi amor,” I mumbled into her shoulder.

Jenny turned to face me, hitching her leg over my hip. Her fingers traced the tattoo ink on my chest, skimming quickly over the bullet’s scar as if she didn’t like to dwell on it for too long. Then she interlaced our hands together, pressing her lips to my gold wedding ring.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours, Simon, my loyal, loving husband. I will always be yours.”

Epilogue

Jenny - Eight Months Later

Steam billowed from the bathroom as I emerged, wrapped in a towel. Snow piled up on the windows outside and wind howled against the house. But inside, it was toasty warm. The Christmas decorations were glowing softly in the living room and the house smelled like fresh baked cookies.

“Thank God you finished moving in last month,” I said, massaging lotion into my hands and arms. “Carting all those boxes in the snow would be hell on earth.”

Simon was in bed, bare chested, with only a pair of sweatpants on. He had one arm tucked behind his head as his dark eyes tracked my movements around the bedroom.

“I could live without my stuff,” Simon replied. “But I’d rather be snowed in here with you, instead of at the clubhouse with the boys. Or at my apartment. God, I’d be bored out of my mind.”