table, sending the laptop crashing to the floor along with all the goddamned medical papers.
She startles, her fingers tightening on my shirt. I lift her to sit on the table, slanting my mouth over hers again. The taste and scent of her flood me. Lightning streaks through my blood.
A moan escapes Liv as she opens her mouth to let me in. Our tongues slide together. The kiss is hot, wet, deep. I shove my cock against her, push my hands under her shirt to feel her warm, smooth skin. She lifts her head, her face flushed and her eyes still wide.
Some part of me knows I should stop—this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen, not now—but my mind is a haze of urgency and all I want is to get inside my wife as fast and hard as I can, to possess her, own her.
She brings her hands to my jaw, rubs her thumb across my mouth. Something dark and painful shadows her expression. Before the sight of her can spear me through the heart, I cover her mouth with mine again and push her to lie across the table.
She tenses but parts her legs again so I can get between them. I grab her shirt, fumbling to yank it off her and drop it to the floor. I stare down at her, all spread out in front of me with her ponytail draped over her shoulder and her breasts cupped in a white bra that displays the deep valley of her cleavage.
My dick throbs. A gust of wind lashes the rain against the windows. I move back to pull off Liv’s pants and underwear, sliding my hands over her bare legs, making her open wider. Her breath quickens as she pushes to her elbows.
“Dean—”
“I’m going to fuck you.” My voice sounds hoarse, rough, foreign. “Hard.”
Her throat ripples with a swallow. I press my fingers into her, working her until she’s slick and ready, until she starts making those little gasping noises I know so well. She sinks to her back again, her chest heaving. Her nipples are dark circles against her white bra.
Heat scorches me. I push my pants down and off, releasing my stiff dick. I’m already about to come, but I need to be inside her when I do. I grab her waist and pull her to the edge of the table, thrusting my cock into her with one fast movement.
Oh, fucking heaven…
She cries out, her body arching upward. I stop, inhaling a sharp breath as pressure tightens my spine. I clutch her waist, pull back, and thrust again. Again. Again.
Her body jostles against the table, the smacking noise of sex filling the air. All thought disappears into blinding lust. I spread my hand over her belly, sliding it up to flick open the front clasp of her bra. The cups fall to the sides like seashells, exposing the fucking gorgeous sight of my wife’s breasts bouncing in rhythm with every thrust of my cock into her.
“Oh my god.” Liv gasps, her hot gaze crashing with mine. She’s starting to sweat, a glistening sheen painting her skin. “I’m… I feel you so deep…”
I pound into her harder, faster, pushing her legs up to her chest, wanting to plunge into the core of her body. Just the sight of her naked and writhing beneath me is enough to trigger an explosion.
I drive into her again. I’m hurting her—I can tell by the way she’s biting on her lower lip and tensing with every thrust, but I’m too desperate, too relentless, and I can’t fucking stop. When she grabs the edge of the table, her body bending as if she’s trying to pull away from me, I clench my teeth and force myself to pause.
I grip her hips, fighting for self-control. Our breath saws through the air. She runs her hands over my arms, her gaze locking to mine—hot, desperate, pained.
“Okay,” she whispers, winding her legs around my hips, pulling me closer. “Okay, love of my life.”
I thrust into her again, but slower this time. Liv twists her nipples, her throat arching as she presses her head back. She moans, rubbing the stiff peaks before sliding her hands down to cup her breasts. She hesitates for a fraction of an instant—just long enough for me to notice—before moving her hands away from her breasts.
A resurgence of fear needles through my lust, but I’m too far gone to let it interfere with my drive for release. I clutch her bare