VICTORIOUS (A Quantum Novel)(28)

Propped on his elbows above me, his forehead resting on mine, he watches me in that intense way of his, making sure that nothing hurts me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, raising my hips to take him deeper.

His low groan makes me smile as I tighten my internal muscles around him, knowing that drives him crazy.

“Fuuuuck,” he says on a long, low exhale.

I do it again and again and again until he forgets all about how he wanted to go slowly and begins to pound into me in the way I love best, wild and unfettered. One set of fingers digs into my shoulder while the other reaches below me to grasp my ass, to hold me still. Then he bends his head and bites my nipple, which sparks my orgasm.

He thrusts into me, pushing hard as he comes, too, and then he sags against me, breathing hard. “Shit.”

I push sweat-soaked strands of hair off his forehead. “What?”

“I was rough, and you’re sore.”

“You were perfect, and I loved it. I love you.”

“I love you, too. I wish you knew how much.”

“I have a pretty good idea.”

For a long time, we stay right where we are, arms wrapped around each other, still joined as we pulse with aftershocks, his sweat merging with mine. “I can’t imagine this getting any better than it already is.”

“It’s not about better so much as it is about more. There’s more I want to share with you, more I want you to experience.” He kisses my neck and jaw on his way to my lips. “You know what I want to do now?”

“I really have to guess?”

Smiling down at me, devilishly handsome first thing in the morning, he says, “I want to f*ck you in the shower.”

My entire body reacts to his gruffly spoken words. “I am feeling rather dirty.” To make my point, I tighten my internal muscles around him again. That’s when I realize he’s already hard again.

“Shower. Right now.”





I discover I’m a big fan of shower sex after being pressed face-first against the tile wall and thoroughly taken from behind by my ravenous husband. His fingers dug so deep into my hips that I have no doubt there will be bruises, but I loved every second of it. But now I’m really sore.

“There’s other stuff we could do,” he reminds me when I tell him we’re out of business for the rest of the day.

“What other stuff?”

Still standing behind me, he delves his fingers between my cheeks to press against my back door. “We could play here.”

Every time he touches me there, I go lightheaded with desire and burning curiosity.

“Play how?”

“Fingers, toys, my tongue, my cock…” His erection is hot against my back, as if he hasn’t just come twice in half an hour.

“Now?”

“Not until we talk to your doctor friend.”

Moaning in frustration, I say, “I’m calling him right after we get out of this shower.”

Laughing, Flynn shuts the water off, making me laugh, too.

I towel off, put my robe back on and head straight for my phone, where I see I’ve received a reply from Curt. Working in the home office tomorrow—we got snow, too. Call me any time. Happy to chat with you and Flynn.

“He says we can call him any time.”

“What’re you doing right now, Mrs. Godfrey?”

“Calling Curt.”

Wearing only a pair of tight boxer briefs, Flynn heads for the door.

“Where’re you going?”

“I need coffee for this conversation, and I’m going to get someone to take Fluff out for us.”

“Put more clothes on. I don’t want anyone to see you like that.”

He comes to me. “Feeling possessive of what’s yours?”

“Yes. Is that allowed?”

Tipping my chin up, he kisses me. “Everything is allowed, sweetheart.”

While he tends to Fluff and makes coffee, I return Curt’s text. He suggests a Skype session and sends me the info we need to connect.

“Are you okay with that?” I ask Flynn.

“Sure, whatever works.”

“Okay, I’ll tell him we’ll call in half an hour.” I return to the bedroom to dress in jeans and a turtleneck sweater. Opening the blinds in the bedroom, I look out on the winter wonderland New York has become overnight. Naturally, there’s a sea of yellow taxis sloshing through sludge the plows left behind.