fall Read Free

millions of
dollars go?” she asked, her brow creasing.   “It doesn’t make sense, Cullen.”
    Now he pulled away from her
completely.   “It makes sense to me.”
    “Somehow, when it comes to your
father—“
    “Exactly,” Cullen interrupted.   His blue eyes had turned darker.   “And you should try and remember that.”
    Ivy shook her head.   “I don’t want to fight about it.”
    “So why are you pushing?”
    “Because I’m your wife,” Ivy said.   “Do you know how it felt to see that
note?   Knowing you didn’t want me to
try and contact you?   Having no idea
when or even if you’d ever come back?”
    Cullen’s shoulders lowered and he
sighed.   “I told you not to try and
contact me because I didn’t want to put you in danger.   As long as the FBI was circling, I
needed to put plenty of distance between you and my father—and me as well.   I don’t want you incriminated, Ivy.   It was to protect you, not to hurt you.”
    She nodded.   “I know.   It’s just difficult.”   Her eyes filled for the umpteenth time
and she rolled her eyes at her own emotionality.   “I never want to lose you.”
    “You can’t lose me,” Cullen said.   “I’d come back from the dead to fight
for you.   I’d travel across the
universe to catch a glimpse of your smile, I’d run through the desert, and climb
Mount Everest just to see you roll your eyes at me like you’re doing now.”
    “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she
murmured, feeling heat in her cheeks.
    And other places.
    Cullen stepped closer once more, and now
his hands were grabbing her hips and then his lips were grazing, touching,
tasting her mouth.
    She could feel his love, his desire, his
needs and wants.   She could feel all
of it building as the two of them touched, softly, as if remembering what this
was like, as if for the first time.
    Slowly, achingly slowly, he kissed her
and touched her.
    Slowly, he led her to the master bedroom.
    And then even more slowly, he removed her
clothing and his own.
    “I want to be completely naked, skin to
skin,” he told her, his blue eyes unblinking as he stared at her nude body.
    She lay back on the bed, completely
vulnerable to him.
    Outside, she could hear the surf, and the
cries of gulls.
    In the bedroom, the man she loved more
than anything in the world was slowly climbing onto the bed, climbing on top of
her.
    His hard body was nearly as stiff as his
cock, which was like a hot iron rod.   As he lowered himself onto her, she felt it slide between her legs.
    She was already soaking wet.
    His cock slid against her slit, and she
moaned softly.
    “You feel amazing,” he said, staring into
her eyes.
    “So do you,” she said.
    They looked at one another, and she
realized that this was a softer version of Cullen Sharpe.  
    He was loving her without rules, without
limits.
    There had been, for the first time, no
spanking, no real recriminations or threats.
    Just love.
    Something had changed between them.   Perhaps she’d finally proven herself
worthy of his trust.   Ivy didn’t
know what it was, she only knew that it felt right.   It felt like the very thing she’d always
suspected was there, if she could just find a way to fight through all the
games and rules and obstacles in her path.
    Now she knew it had been worth every
minute, to stay, to find a way through it.   His love was like a burning sun melting all of the ice in sight.   She was melting too.
    His cock slid slowly, achingly inside,
pushing deep into her wet opening.
    They groaned in pleasure, in unison.
    “Make love to me,” she whispered.
    He began kissing her passionately, and
she let his tongue slide deep into her mouth, and she raked her fingers across
his back and held him tighter as his hips pushed towards her.
    She locked her legs around his butt and
guided him to go deeper still.
    “Fuck me,” she moaned.
    They were both sweating now, and his hair
had fallen over his brow the way it did