Alex burst to consciousness with a rough grunt and sat up. Clutching his chest, he willed the heavy thumping of his heart to calm. The bitter taste in his mouth made his stomach wobble.

Beside him in their enormous bed, his wife slept peacefully with her auburn hair spread across a satin-covered pillow. Naked, she lay flat with her hips half turned on one side and the sheet draped low.

Her presence helped soothe the tense and anxious aftermath from the unwelcome nightmares that continued to plague him.

From a combination of habit and reflex, he reached for a curled lock of her hair and rubbed the soft ringlet between his fingers. She was his physical and emotional touchstone—in much the same way that Drae had been during the years before her arrival.

Inside him, the middle of the night dread began to dissipate. A couple of deep breaths helped push away the icy grip of the all-too-familiar bad dream.

Goddammit. Why now?

Angrily shaking his head, he felt a scowl move on his face. What did Uncle Ed tell him about reliving nightmares? Alex thought for a minute. Something about the subconscious re-examining a moment in time.

Well, shit. He was sick of this particular moment in time and had no desire to keep those fucking memories alive. At some goddamn point, enough had to be enough.

Quietly sliding off the bed so as not to awaken his sleeping beauty, he stood slowly and went to the terrace doors. Pushing them open, he was immediately engulfed by the arid warmth of a desert night, deep in the heart of summer.

Stepping onto the stone terrace, he scraped the hair off his forehead and stared into the inky night sky. The sound from his heavy exhales lingered in the darkness.

Dreams like his—disturbing images from the past playing on a loop in his subconscious –didn’t happen for no reason. His thoughts either drew the memories into the present, or the past was trying to tell him something.

He leaned with both hands flat on the stone balustrade and contemplated the situations troubling him.

Yeah, that was right. Situations—plural.

A heavy, troubled sigh went hand in hand with the disturbances he felt coming from within and outside of Family Justice. To be honest, it was a little bit ridiculous that this shit kept happening.

There were a couple of red flags mixed in with the usual fuckery his crew of desert rats exceled at.

A mystery situation came courtesy of a concern Alex shared with his security chief. He and Duke were more than a little bothered by reoccurring anomalies in the technical sweeps of the elaborate security blanket thrown over the Justice compound and family zone.

Those algorithm blips and drops, random and dissimilar, taunted him. For weeks, his only thought had been, How dare someone fuck with him? After all, it was his damn program, and he doubted anyone poking around in his business was unaware of that fact.

And then a few days ago, he detected an incursion attempt into the system. The data point was small and insignificant. If he hadn’t been looking for irregularities, he might not have even noticed. Ever since, he’d had a bad case of hyper vigilance.

When he wasn’t obsessing over those fun facts, he was juggling half a dozen unfolding, semi-crisis matters spread evenly throughout the family.

Maybe the meeting he’d called that brought the Marquez clan together for a serious chat triggered his latest bad dream. It was hella difficult to keep his cool and act rational when his family faced murky threats.

The blind item in a publication of dubious integrity seemed to imply Angie was mixed up in things so heinous and outrageous he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. These involvements were European based, which opened the floor to countless possibilities, and the most glaring centered around his sister’s former fiancé, the unctuous Ronaldo Esperanza. On that topic, both his dad and Sophie had quite a bit to share.

It turned out that Esperanza was one of those dickheads who thought of celebrity as a profession. Alex wasn’t surprised to learn that Sophie kept a close eye on the creep both during his and Angie’s short-lived association and after he’d crawled back to Spain following being publically kicked to the curb. Ronaldo was, hands down, suspect number one.

When his father offered an opinion, his words were chilling and caused a blanket of concern to descend upon them. In a nutshell, what he’d pointed out was that Esperanza’s so-called career as a celebrity handler found him consorting with models, prostitutes, film and music celebrities, and wealthy, powerful men, some who were super shady. In Cristián’s mind, the continent-hopping, jet-setting lifestyle lent itself well to sex trafficking and a dozen other unlawful, dangerous, and repugnant practices.

He’d talked things over with Parker and decided to put someone from the agency on the ground in Spain. They needed real-time information—not blind gossip. Unfortunately, nothing was turning up. Esperanza was a criminal indictment waiting to happen, but he wasn’t coloring outside the lines—yet.

The whole thing started feeling like a wild goose chase. A very deliberate and distracting goose hunt.

Thankfully, another red flag over Rafe and Domineau’s bizarre personal situation was a nothing burger.

Alex wasn’t blind. Playing matchmaker for those two idiots was earning results. It was obvious the two were involved and doing it. For that part of the equation, he was good.

The information he squeezed out of Sawyer was a lot of things like interesting, annoying, and somewhat worrisome but nothing he needed to get involved in. He wondered why it took years to learn that Rafe had been compromised or that it was Domineau who shut down the situation.

Murky clues that Sawyer dropped seemed to suggest that Rafe might not know. Considering this happened years ago, he pushed the information aside.

Arms crept around his waist and a soft body pressed into his back. Meghan.

Splaying her fingers wide on his torso, she kissed his shoulder and murmured, “Peso for your thoughts.”

Alex put his hands on top of hers. His wife’s presence instantly grounded him. She was solid and real. The sensation of her lips on his shoulder brought him into the present. He closed his eyes for just a second while envisioning them cocooned inside the bubble of her enormous love. For him. For their children. For the life they were creating together. Meghan was his reason for everything.

He turned to face her. There was something natural and right about the warm night breeze, the moon and stars, the subtle scents hanging in the air and the perfect way their naked bodies fit as they held on to one another in a long embrace.

After a while, he squeezed her one last time, buried his nose in her hair, and dropped a kiss. He drew back just far enough to see her face and smiled. Her hands at his waist and the way her breasts pillowed against his chest acted as anchors for his scattered emotions.

Brushing aside a wayward curl, his finger stroked the side of her face. Her bewitching green eyes sparkled in the moonlight as she gazed up at him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “I’m sorry if my being restless woke you up.” Alex offered a lopsided grin as assurance that he knew his nighttime bullshit was a bit ridiculous and getting old.

“You need your sleep,” he drawled. His hands gently stroked her shoulders. “My spawn will be up and at ’em by daybreak.”

He intended to add a bunch of husbandly get-out-of-jail-free platitudes, but his wickedly sexy, badass wife started giggling, and next thing he knew, his unfortunately timed bad dream was swept away by the pulsing throb of seduction.

Her jiggling tits, a result of some massive giggles, tantalized his chest. Plus, there was the undeniable fact that laughter easily triggered Meghan’s naughty side. Alex made no effort to disguise the slow, lecherous smile forming on his face.

Through wheezing sniggers of laughter, she growled, “Did you just call my beautiful babies your spawn?”

Without thinking, he gave her ass a hearty swat that made her jump and gasp. His Irish bombshell rather enjoyed a good spanking, and considering how outrageous her ass was, he was more than happy to oblige.

“What if I did?” he taunted with a good deal of manly arrogance.

Meghan got off on his lord and master routine. The gift of her submission, lusty as it was, made them well matched. He growled, and she quivered.

“Excuse me,” she snidely groused, “but was that necessary?”

The snotty, tight-assed teacher tone that she knew damn well was a one-way ticket to a furious fucking sounded the starting gun for his libido.

“Maybe not necessary but definitely fun,” he informed her through a winking smirk. “But back to my spawn.”

“Alex!” she exclaimed with even more snootiness.

He shifted his hips just slightly. The adorable blush that bloomed on her cheeks was confirmation that she was aware of his hard-on.

“I looked it up, ya know,” he told her with a serious face. “Spawn. It means to produce offspring with a secondary meaning of spawning in large numbers.”

She laughed because there wasn’t any doubt where this was leading. He loved that about her. Whatever he saw fit to dish out, his sexy wife was willing to take. Usually with a demand for more.

Employing a spine-tingling shimmy on his rapidly swelling dick, she made a mockingly petulant moue with her enticing mouth and gave him a practiced smirk beneath deliberately lowered eyes.

Damn, she was good!

“Is that your way of saying …”

He cut her off because the hysterically funny look on her face when he spoke was worth the price of admission. Sometimes blunt carnality with a side of edgy was the best tool a confident Dom had in his arsenal.

“That I’m going to breed you?”

Her mouth moved as she tried to form a response, but nothing came out.

“What?” he asked with boastful and purposely insufferable aplomb. “Too direct? I don’t see how,” he growled. “After all, wasn’t it you and your inclination for topping who rather boldly demanded another baby tout de suite?”

She sputtered adorably. “Well, yes. But can’t you find another word?”

“No,” he proclaimed. “I like the subtext. Mating and production of offspring. Short, sweet, and to the point.”

God, he loved fucking with her like this. He imagined a time far in the future—when they were grandparents—and inwardly chuckled, thinking about the sexy shenanigans they’d still be engaging in.

“How did we go from penny for your thoughts to this?”

Her pouty snarl turned him on. Instead of swatting her butt, he gave the delightful curves a leisurely caress.

“Easy.” He sniggered. “You tried to ease my restlessness with your naked body, and I took up the challenge.”

Grinding his fully awake and ready dick into her womanly softness, he enjoyed her unmistakable response.

“Bottom line, Mrs. M. I couldn’t sleep, and you want me to put another baby in your belly. No time like the present, hmm?”

“Oh, Alex,” she said with a laugh. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Seriously?” he answered with a deep chuckle. “You need me to tell you? Meghan!” He tsk’d. “Shame on you, woman!”

Her mocking sigh struck him as deliciously funny. To be long suffering also meant to endure and his wantonly greedy mate had a black belt in endurance.

Pushing off him, she stepped back and gathered her hair in a thick tail that she draped over her shoulder. She put her hands together like a supplicant and made a phony bow of submission. Amusement and lust raced through his system.

“And where would Master like me?” she purred.

Gesturing at the terrace where they stood with the wave of one hand and the inviting coolness and comfort of their bedroom with the other, she stood proudly, though mockingly, and waited for him to state his pleasure.

He grinned like an idiot as he made up his mind. Always best to start with the basics and go from there.

Stroking his erection, he wagged his eyebrows and pointed down.

“Suck,” was all he had to say before she offered a brilliant smile and quickly got in position on her knees.

“Hands behind your back,” he demanded.

When she complied with a smile that never wavered, he went for broke.

“Now, open wide and show me what that talented mouth is capable of.”

Her mouth opened and out came her naughty tongue as she mimicked licking him. When she raised her eyes to lock on his, Alex was sure he’d fallen asleep only to awaken in heaven. The look of naughty amusement, mixed with total adoration, and coupled with Meghan’s special blend of submission moved him beyond belief.

The minute she licked him from root to tip as he angled his cock to make it easy, he shuddered. Knowing what brought her the most pleasure, he allowed the greedy, decadent sucking until his sanity was in question.

Wrapping his throbbing dick with one hand, he gently removed it from the wet warmth of her mouth. When she stopped the slow withdrawal by suctioning the plump head and swirling her tongue, he grunted and groaned into the quiet stillness of the night.

Blind with lust, he somehow wrestled control of the situation away from her and replaced his dick with his thumb. She wholeheartedly switched gears and mouth fucked it with randy abandon.

When he simply could not take any more, he grabbed her chin and tilted it so he could look into her eyes. The scorching heat meeting his gaze pleased him very, very much.

“Such a good wife,” he growled.

She sat back on her feet and smiled.

Plucking at a pouting nipple, he tweaked the sensitive nub, caught her hushed moan, and smiled knowingly.

“You please me very much, Meghan.”

Her eyes told a story—a triple X-rated and very erotic story.

“I defer to your pleasure,” he told her. “Where would you prefer to be fucked? Here? On the terrace? Or inside.”

Her eyes flared, and he quickly added, “Not on the bed, though. I had something a bit more challenging in mind.”

The husky laugh she gave when he gallantly put out his hand to help her rise held the top spot on the soundtrack of their love affair.

“My choice, you say?” she cooed while audaciously fondling his cock. “So many options.”

He laughed. Had to. She was something else.

“Make up your mind, woman, before I embarrass myself.”

The giggling redhead knew how to touch him for maximum benefit. He held his breath and silently prayed for control. They both knew how close he was to coming.

“Will you punish me for making you come?”

Yep, yep, yep. His Irish fuck goddess was also a witch.

“No,” he husked in a warning tone, “but you will be feeling the sting for asking.”

She stopped stroking and grinned from ear to ear. Having gotten what she wanted—the promise of some spirited punishment sex—his shameless mate instantly morphed into the perfectly submissive wife.

Even though he said it was her choice, she wrapped around him like a sexy clinging vine and artfully handed him control.

Licking his neck like a cat, she bit him and then whispered in his ear. “My pleasure is your pleasure, husband.”

He chuckled. “You’re yielding?”

Her smile lit up the night. “Yes, Master.”

One night after the twins were weaned, they’d gotten shit-faced drunk and ended up in the drum studio for some memorable hanky-panky that included an amusing game of strip poker. That she lost in epic fashion.

They were playing off a dare, and he honestly couldn’t remember what her side of that contest involved. All he knew was that when she lost, along with a winner-takes-all fuck, she also had to call him Master when they played.

Once they sobered up and found the handwritten pledge spelled out in drunken English, he did not know which of them was more startled. Him because that sort of thing didn’t really appeal or her for having to do one of the things she vowed was never gonna happen.

In the spirit of fair play, though, she refused to be a crybaby about it and merely filtered the pledge through an ass-ton of teasing scorn so that every time she called him Master, the word held loads of extra meaning. In this instance, he detected playful submission and the suggestion of a challenge in her voice.

He’d said he had something more challenging in mind than the bed, and she’d just let him know she was up for whatever he wanted.

And she also knew he liked rewarding her for pleasing behavior.

His naughty wife!

Kissing her soft lips, he tapped her nose and said, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

* * *

The warm night air made Meghan shiver. Fluffing her long hair, she looked at the heavens and embraced the moonlit night. Feeling powerful and very, very female, she breathed in the intense sexual energy that filled the stillness.

Leaning on the stone balustrade, she stretched to look down and ended up bent over, resting on her forearms. An ancient bougainvillea grew below the private terrace, and its sweet aroma mixed with the warm night, giving off a sultry scent that she found enthralling.

The stone she leaned on gave off sunbaked warmth. It felt as comforting and familiar as her life in this beautiful old villa planted in the red earth of their less than tiny corner of Arizona.

Boston seemed like another life.

A hand snaked up her inner thigh. Alex’s deep, sexy growl made her tremble with need.

“Now see? That’s how I like to find you. Bent over with that beautiful ass begging for attention.”

She laughed softly and wiggled her butt. When his sturdy fingers traced the tattoo marking her as his, she sighed happily.

“I have something for you,” he husked in a throaty growl.

His hands on her legs let Meghan know he wanted her to widen her stance. She moved until he grunted and then waited for his next move while her pussy grew heavy with desire.

Unsure what he was up to, she jumped slightly when his fingers moved between her legs and spread her open. Her legs started trembling when she felt him rub something in the creamy evidence of her need.

Oh god. The ball harness. He knew she was a goner whenever he inserted those wicked weighted balls in her pussy.

Moaning, she arched her back and bit her arm when he pushed the smooth balls deep. When nothing but the pull string remained, he chuckled wickedly and then cupped her possessively.

“Give a little squeeze, baby.”

She had to exhale and concentrate or else go wild when her inner muscles gripped the balls as tightly as her position would allow.

His satisfied grunt was music to her ears. “Very nice,” he growled with praise while patting her mound. “You may stand now.”

It took her a minute to find some composure—enough for her to have some sort of control over her movements. When she straightened and turned to her husband, Meghan was deliciously aware of the sexy balls making her body thrum with awareness.

She heard the lusty impatience in her husband’s voice when he ordered her inside. Swinging her hips in a seductive roll, she marched ahead of him and waited in the center of the room while he closed the terrace doors.

He’d lit a single candle in a large holder of frosted amber glass that gave the darkened room a beautiful ambience. Her lips curled with a smile. Ambience was important for a hard fucking, and her man was a stickler for details.

When he walked toward her with his incredible cock leading the way, her breath caught in her throat at how dangerously beautiful he looked in the muted light.

He wasted no time falling on her with energetic abandon. His mouth ravaged her breasts and made her aching nipples throb when they peaked. The trail of animalistic bites he used to subdue her sent Meghan into a freefalling endorphin high.

She was losing her way when his husky laugh cut through the carnal fog.

“How are those balls? Hmm?”

His hand slid between her thighs and teased her pussy with barely there touches until she writhed in his arms and begged for release even though she knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Not just yet.

When she swayed and clutched at him for support, he laughed again. Only this time, it had a sinister sound.

Grabbing her wrist, not her hand—a signal that he was in charge—she shook her head trying to get some focus and ended up nearly stumbling when he dragged her to the sofa.

He sat and forcefully urged her to lie over his lap with her bottom up. Distracted by his erection pressing into her belly, she wiggled and groaned as he moved her into position.

She put her cheek on crossed arms and realized she was panting from arousal.

Alex lovingly caressed her ass and praised her fuckworthiness.

“You don’t need to misbehave when you want a spanking.”

She made sense of his words at the same second his hand smacked one cheek. The swat made the weighted balls thump the walls of her pussy.

“Oh, my god.”

His stomach moved when he laughed. Then he swatted her again. And again. Each time his hand landed, she flinched or undulated and unleashed a flood of desire in her aching pussy.

When he suddenly grunted and stood, she scrambled to her feet and complied when he told her to bend over the arm of the sofa. He pulled on her hips and pushed on her back until she was where he wanted her. Then he kissed and licked his way from the tattoo on her ass, down one leg, and up the other. She was a quivering, whimpering mess by the time he reached between her legs.

He was crouched behind her. She could feel his warm breath on the backs of her legs. He tugged gently on the ball harness.

“Alex,” she groaned.

He responded by biting her ass. “Shh. Be still.”

He had to be kidding, but she knew he wasn’t.

Instead of removing the harness, he took a long time playing with her pussy—teasing the removal and then pushing the balls even deeper until she was shaking uncontrollably.

It was clear he’d reached his limit when he grunted and growled, telling her in lewd, heart-racing terms how wet she was and how that very much pleased him.

She was nearly mindless with need when he finally, finally took the balls out and almost immediately replaced them with his cock. He bottomed out on his first plunge and sent her spiraling out of control.

Not even the bruises she’d end up with on her hips from his ferocious grip as he pounded away kept her from becoming a mindless wanton.

He put an arm beneath her belly and lifted. When her feet left the floor and his cock sank deeper, she howled her pleasure.

Alex’s primal grunt was music to her soul. “God, I love that you take all of me.”

She whimpered and surrendered. He fucked her with randy abandon until she clenched his marauding cock and came with a rushing flood. He responded by shouting her name over and over, louder and louder until her name became animalistic grunts.

Meghan was barely conscious when his essence filled her. He came with a ferocious grunt as his majestic cock jerked and throbbed.

When he withdrew and said, “Don’t move,” she gladly complied and clung to the sofa cushions while waiting for reality to return.

Being the gentleman that he was, Alex took great care and cleaned her up with a warm, wet cloth. She was sighing with delight when he touched both feet and slid something up her legs that she assumed was a pair of panties.

The shock when she realized he was putting on her G-string pussy jewelry made her tremble. When he inserted the blue gem in her swollen pussy and told her she could stand, Meghan had to hold on to him for support. His nod and approving smile made her poor pussy clench. Knowing he wasn’t finished with her made Meghan swoon.

“I have a confession,” she whispered against his chest between kisses.

“Your post-fuck confessions fascinate me, my love. Please share.”

A soft, pleased giggle came from her throat. Her husband was a complete dog and such a gentleman about it.

Stroking his glorious chest, she pressed her hips into his body and enjoyed the tingles of pleasure filling her center when the naughty crystal teased her swollen nub.

Going up on her toes, Meghan teased him with her breasts and growled into his ear. “You master very well, and I confess to liking this sexy side of my husband.”

Alex’s gentlemanly behavior was one of his best and most endearing traits. But when he freed his crude side, she had a hard time behaving.

“And I like having a wife who gets off on a good slut fuck.”

Slut fuck. Oh, dear god! This was why she adored him, and since one lewd expression absolutely deserved a pithy comeback, she complied and did so with a cheeky grin and the snotty teacher tone she knew he enjoyed. “Are you implying that loving your cock makes me a slut?”

His leering grin turned up the room’s temperature. “Oh, fuck yeah. And thank god too. It would suck to be me if my wife couldn’t handle my, uh, unique demands.”

Unique demands? Ha! He said those words with such silky smugness that she almost made a joke. Almost.

He manhandled her boobs and asked if she needed anything. If there was an answer to the question, she was not aware of it. All she could focus on was what his greedy fingers were up to.

She stroked his massive biceps and admired her husband’s sexy torso. Sometimes all he had to do was take his shirt off to earn her panties. Meghan was sure when Carmen did their laundry, she had a good laugh every time a pair of her skimpy undies appeared in one of Alex’s pockets. Hell, to her utter mortification, Remy discovered a pair of Meghan’s knickers after Alex stashed them in the glove compartment of his old truck. Didn’t matter how long they were together or how old they got, they would continue their sexy times in the self-christened fuck truck.

“Are you ever going to let me see what’s inside your private collection?” She asked the question innocently even though her curiosity was lust driven. Lust that Alex inspired morning, noon, and night.

He did not feign ignorance or deflect her inquiry. Meghan actually enjoyed that her gift of submission gave him near total control of everything. And that everything included their collection of naughty bits and bobs. Whatever gave her pleasure ended up in his arsenal of equipment. In fact, the lovely blue crystal pussy jewelry was one of their first acquisitions.

“The collection is private for a reason.”

“Please,” she whined.

Alex’s playful expression and shaking head made her smile. She tried to mess with him or attempt a bit of topping at least once a day. Kept her cocksure man on his toes.

He turned her curiosity around and used it to get a blush. “What is it that you hope to find, Mrs. Marquez?”

How the hell did she always manage to walk straight into it? Smirking was easy, and she knew he would find it amusing. When she flattened against his body, he moved his hands to her ass and pulled. His grip was simply lovely.

“Didn’t you say something about a new flogger?”

The gleam in his eyes was an undeniable turn-on. He liked the rope and had an erotic knack with the flogger. She was happy to submit for both—separately and together.

“Ah,” Alex drawled with lusty delight in his voice. “You were paying attention.”

“Well,” she quipped while giving a naughty wiggle, “hearing that you commissioned something with, as you described it, a little bit of a bite certainly caught my ears.”

He bent and licked her ear, ending with a sharp nip. “A reminder, my love.”

There was more teasing on the tip of her tongue, but his beautiful lips melted her brain. She crashed onto his mouth and kissed with abandon. He chuckled into her mouth as she got wild and went deep.

Suddenly consumed by a fever of need, every corner of her being pulsed with desire. Keeping her hands off him was not even an option. He let her take the lead. She alternated between desperation and sweet surrender.

Her soft yelp when he fisted her hair and yanked was the sound of disappointment.

“Now, now”—he chuckled—“behave, Miss Greedy. I have plans for all that energy.”

Plans? Oh, goody! “Yes, Master,” she cooed.

He laughed in her face. “Oh my god, Meghan. That sounds so ridiculous.”

She met his laugh with a pout. “Don’t make fun, Alex. I’m trying to make it sound real.”

“Which is exactly why I laugh. I love you for trying, though.”

“Luckily, we have a couple of decades for me to work on it.”

Alex grunted. “I like the idea of wearing you on my dick into eternity and beyond.”

And that, she thought, was the sound of a Justice Alpha.

“You are such a silver-tongued, romantic devil,” she teased.

“You love it,” he reminded her. “The dirtier and more demanding, the better. We are well suited, wife. Now, serve your master and use your sexy words to tell me how the pussy jewelry feels.”

She took a deep inhale and turned her thoughts inside. He was always curious about what she was feeling. Her sexy as fuck husband taught Meghan quite a lot about the intimacy of sharing.

“At first, there is a jolt of cold when the crystal touches me.”

“Your pussy warms it pretty quickly.” He sniggered.

She gave him a single arched brow. “Excuse me, Major. But is this my story or yours?”

“Ah, my bad. Please,” he drawled, “continue.”

“The short knob slides in smoothly. I like the way it feels. The smooth ball that rubs my clit does its job,” she admitted with a heated flush.

“Should I assume,” he growled, “that your sweet pussy likes the attention?”

“Yes,” she admitted with a kiss on his chest. “Especially if you put it on me.”

“Don’t you mean, in you?”

No reply was necessary. He knew perfectly well what turned her on.

Alex’s knowing snicker made her pussy flood.

“Would it please you to know I have another?”

Intrigued, she searched his face and asked, “Another what?”

“Another G-string, only this one looks like a pretty golden shell discreetly covering your slit.”

“Mmm, sounds lovely.”

“I am delighted that you approve, my wild Irish wench, because the shell hides a two-and-a-half-inch finger placed for perfect insertion.”

His words ignited an explosion of arousal. She grabbed his face and kissed him with growing exuberance.

For his part, Alex used his tongue to fuck her quivering mouth while his hands gripped her ass and held her in place. Each time he ground his hardening cock into her belly, she trembled more.

She was for real in a carnal meltdown when he put some daylight between them.

* * *

My fucking god—she was so responsive, so unbelievably hot for him. Alex felt swamped by the power of her desire. His cock swelled the more desperate she became.

“Daylight glows on the horizon, Mrs. Marquez. Perfect time of day for a morning sun salutation?”

It took her a few moments to connect with what he wanted her to do. He enjoyed watching while she did yoga. It was such a big part of her life that he was used to the quirkiness of finding her doing bed yoga or stretching out in the shower. All that movement made her supple and limber, which, in turn, added an exciting physical dimension to their lovemaking.

And right now, he was interested in watching the daily salutation while she was gloriously naked except for the naughty G-string teasing her nearly bare pussy.

He studied her expression and saw the scene come together in her mind. His red-haired fuck goddess had an imagination that rivaled his.

“Yes, husband and Master,” she gaily quipped. “You are absolutely correct. Dawn is the perfect time.”

She shifted into management mode and issued directions. “Douse the candles and if you don’t mind, will you bring me a hair elastic and my practice mat?”

“Whatever m’lady needs. I am here to serve.” He bowed low, zoomed off, and kept an eye out for any of the dozen hair things she left laying all over the place. Before he made it to the walk-in wardrobe room, he had picked up three.

He went straight to the knee-high woven basket where she kept a rolled-up yoga mat and some stretchy bands. When he turned to go back to the bedroom, he caught his reflection in Meghan’s cheval mirror. He didn’t look that bad. Instead of going soft because he wasn’t working full time, his targeted workouts paid off in ways that gave his wife a thrill. His left side and thigh still looked ghastly but even his scars were another part of him that Meghan affected. With diligence and single-mindedness, she rubbed a healing balm made from a desert shaman’s secret recipe all over the tortured skin. Maybe he was dreaming, but it looked as though the topographical map of war wounds was softening somewhat.

The sight of his erection earned a chuckle. She rubbed all sorts of stuff onto his cock too. Some bullshit about keeping the skin soft. Meghan liked coming up with outlandish excuses for fondling his junk. Even when it was a zillion degrees out, she would comment that his balls looked cold and then move in to warm them up. Her randy playfulness encouraged his silly side and led him to explain via a very X-rated PowerPoint how her stroking his cock to orgasm while he worked on the computer would make him smarter. More productive. And it did! He swore it did!

She was gracefully swaying side to side when he returned. The cord of the G-string on her fantastic ass got him grinning like a pervert. A recent addition to their sex toy collection was a custom designed rubber dildo with an easy grip pommel. Perfect for from behind insertion. The small device wasn’t made to torture. It was designed to his precise specification for her maximum pleasure. Just the thought of tying her up and bringing her to orgasm with the tantalizing phallus got his blood pumping.

He offered her a choice of hair ties, waited while she gathered her wild tousled mane into a sloppy bun, and then ditched the extras. After a sweet kiss, he spread her mat out on the terrace and then positioned an easy chair a few feet away for an intimate, closeup view.

She stood on the mat and slyly smiled as he strode around the room and extinguished the candles. When he sat, the room was more shadows than light. There was a voyeuristic vibe to him sitting in the dark. Watching.

“May I make a suggestion?” he growled.

The interested flare in her eyes made his dick twitch with interest.

Her lush mouth trembled with suppressed amusement. “Yes, you may.”

He crooked his finger. “Come here, wife.”

She approached with a sexy swing to her hips and stepped right up to his knees. It was as if she read his mind!

“Before you start,” he drawled. “Let’s make sure everything is properly placed.”

He put his hands between her knees and pushed until she stepped to either side of his thighs and widened her stance.

“Hands behind your back, baby.”

She complied with a short snicker. He waited until he had her full attention. When her wicked green eyes latched onto his, he winked.

She loomed over him and watched while he lowered the elastic cord and the small blue crystal left her pussy. He parted her with his fingers and leaned in for a close-up.

“Oh, baby”—he chuckled—“your sweet clit is sending out an SOS.”

He lightly tapped the visibly swollen nub and drank in the sound of her moan.

When she looked at him again, he continued. His finger traced back and forth on the puffy seam of her sex. A delightful abundance of creamy arousal greeted his touch. He roughly grunted and chuckled when, without warning, he plunged his finger inside her.

He taunted her with a tantalizing wiggle. “You’re very wet. Did you know?”

Her answering snigger was perfectly filthy. “I’m always wet, you bad man. Five minutes after you stop fucking me, I want more.”

He kept up with the playful taunting. It served a wicked purpose. “You just want me for my sperm.”

Her answering laugh turned to a groan when he massaged her pussy for maximum effect.

“I, uh, um ...” She sighed. He kept up the fingering. “Oh god, Alex.” Her hips shook. It was his cue to withdraw. For now.

“Give me your hands,” he growled.

She brought both arms to the front and offered her hands palms up and relaxed. Her submissive instincts hit the right notes. He took her fingers and made her hold her pussy open.

He raised the G-string harness and positioned the crystal for insertion. Meghan sighed when it inched past her opening. Before finishing, he used the abundant arousal to baste her beautifully present clitoris. Then he slid the device the rest of the way into position with the knobby head thumping against the swollen nub. He shoved her hands away to cup her mound and grind the naughty toy against her flesh.

Reluctant to stop teasing, he snapped the elastic against her pale skin. “Damn,” he muttered. “Should have used my head and gone with a nice crystal plug too.”

She swiftly kissed him with lots of tongue. “There’s always next time,” she whispered before rising and stepping back.

He offered his leering approval.

A hint of daylight spread across the horizon as she took her spot on the mat. She moved slowly and fluidly through the familiar routine. Each time she bent forward, he was treated to a spectacular view of the crystal protruding from her pussy.

After half a dozen rounds, his cock was ready to explode.

“Meghan.”

The command in his voice was unmistakable. She finished the series of movements and turned to him. Her eyes were clear, focused, and bright.

He gave his staff some lazy strokes and studied her expression.

“Pleasure your husband, wife.”

She extended her hand with a beaming smile of love. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Light was starting to filter into the darkness, but she led him deeper into the shadows and sat him in her favorite lap dance chair. No arms but plush and comfortable. She soaked it on a regular basis, so he wasn’t surprised that she thought to toss a T-shirt onto the cushion.

“Do you want to handle the jewelry or no?”

He didn’t have time for any more teasing. His cock wanted to be inside her too damn bad. Removing the blue scarab piece with rough fingers, he tossed it away and growled like an animal.

She smiled wickedly and caressed his face. “What?”

“Give me that pussy, Meghan.”

Straddling his lap, she put one hand on his shoulder and the other lifted his chin. Naughty joy danced in her eyes. “Is it okay if we dispense with the dance portion of the program and get straight to the fucking?”

The woman was priceless. He leered at her and snickered. “What do you need from me? Guidance or ...?”

She placed his hands on her tits. “You hold the girls. Don’t want to accidentally blind you or knock myself out when they start jiggling. Ready?” She kissed him and searched his face for an answer.

“Most definitely, madam. Now lower that pussy, coat my dick, and fuck me into oblivion. Ready, set, go!”

Instead of dropping like a rock onto his hardness, she lowered slowly and gracefully until his massive cock was balls deep inside her wet heat and throbbing like a mother.

She licked his neck and whispered. “Mmm. Now that’s what I call coming in for a smooth landing.”

He shuddered at her words. Her pussy squeezed and sweat broke out on his brow. Afraid his control might snap too early, he took a steadying breath and prayed for strength.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, and her legs moved farther apart. He had barely enough time to understand what she was saying before she blew his mind with a spectacular lap fuck that left him gasping for breath and waiting for release.

“Things are going to get bumpy and rough. Hold on, baby.”

Her hips slamming up and down on his dick drove him to the point of madness. She took it all and left nothing on the table. He was goddamn impressed. The T-shirt beneath his ass was drenched with the proof of her desire.

She lingered to enjoy his dick, and everything moved into erotic slow motion. He stared at the place where their bodies joined and watched his thick, glistening cock enter and leave her body.

When he was a younger man, sex was all about gratification, getting laid, and sometimes sport. He never considered there could be something more. The intimacy he shared with Meghan was profoundly and beautifully erotic. What he experienced with her was transcendent.

“You’re watching,” she grumbled.

It pissed her off that she did not have his vantage point. He grinned. “It’s quite a sight.”

“Yeah, well, eyes up here, Major Hot Body, if you want some acrobatics.”

With a big laugh, he shouted, “I fucking love you.”

His wife’s take on acrobatics was nothing short of exquisite. She huskily narrated the whole time. There was a time for frenzied crotch smashing and a time for a lap fuck-dance ballet. Varying slow and sexy with determined ferocity, she orchestrated a mind-blowing performance.

He feasted on her nipples, left love bites as a reminder, and relished the way her pussy claimed his cock.

His auburn-haired beauty slowed down. She undulated her hips and stared into his eyes. Her breathing became ragged. The rising tide of their desire was about to wash them away, but she never hurried or rushed. Pleasure like this could not be taken. It had to come on its own.

He roared to a finish when she mauled his neck. Her pussy squeezed his cock so tight, he shook from the sensation. Holding her still while he released, Alex read the pleasure in her eyes. They made love like married porn stars, and the bonus was that their pleasure also made baby humans. Beautiful baby humans.

After they calmed down, he cradled her on his lap and whispered words of devotion. Dawn gave way to blazing sunlight. The bad dreams that marred his sleep had vanished under the weight of Meghan’s love. Until she came to Arizona, he had barely been living half a life. It wasn’t just a corny movie quote when he said she completed him.