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Rougher.
Fiercer.
My own confidence has grown in return.
And I’ve seen the changes everywhere, not just in the bedroom. With my graphic design business, I’m more flexible, more assured and more willing to let inspiration carry me rather than focusing so much on my list.
The woman I’ve become under Hansley’s care is both delicate and powerful. Like a flower in bloom. All petals and strong roots and enough determination to break past cement.
I’m unravelling in the best way.
Coming alive in the most thrilling way.
It’s… incredible.
I, honestly, had no idea I could feel this way about anyone. All my life, I thought I could be happy settling for a mature marriage where both of us did what we were supposed to do—stayed faithful, had kids, paid our bills and then died knowing we’d kept our family structure sound.
I never dreamed I could have it all. A man who’s faithful to me, respects me and loves me and the kind of volcanic intimacy that can shatter my body and put it back together again.
And Hansley was right.
I do like to watch.
“Babe.” I try to turn in Hansley’s arms so I can get both my hands pressed against his pecs.
He’s all hard muscle and tan skin beneath my palm.
Making sure to wiggle my hips away from his, I hiss, “My phone.”
He doesn’t open his eyes, but his hold slackens.
Ah, sweet freedom.
I press a quick kiss to his chin and roll over so I can grab my cell.
“Who is it?” Hansley mumbles from behind me.
“Probably mom.”
He yawns and drapes his hands out, setting his finger over my hip and tugging at the band of my panties. “Tell her I’ve been working on it.”
“Working on what?”
“Giving her grandkids.”
I laugh softly. “I will not.”
He goes back to sleep with a smile on his lips.
I grab my phone, slightly horrified that my parents are having those kinds of conversations with my husband—especially considering how much I enjoy the baby-making process.
Stuffing my feet in my slippers, I swipe my phone off the stand and answer without checking the ID.
“Hello?” I croak. My voice is hoarse from waking up…
Okay, it’s mostly hoarse from screaming Hansley’s name all night, but who’s judging?
I clear my throat and try again, "Who is it?”
