Her husband. Her lover.
The man who had claimed her body more times than she could count—and yet always made her feel like it was the first time.
The only time. The right time.
Jade leaned in and kissed him again—slow, tender, but filled with heat.
Her hips began to move with purpose now, her body waking up all over again.
She could feel herself growing wetter, slicker, as desire stirred from the ashes of her last orgasm.
"I want more," she whispered against his lips. "I'm not done yet."
Ross's eyes gleamed, his smile turning wicked. "Good," he said. "Because I haven't even started."
With practiced strength and smoldering control, Ross pulled Jade down beneath him, flipping their positions in one seamless motion.
Now she lay sprawled out on the bed, her hair a dark halo across the silk sheets, her chest rising and falling with rapid, hungry breaths.
