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woman I love with every goddamn bone and breath in my body. What don’t you understand about that?”
    “Quinn—”
    “Just shut up. We’re done talkin’.” His mouth crashed down on hers and he kissed the living daylights out of her.
    Arms, legs, hands, fingers clashed and collided as they tried to touch each other everywhere, all at once. The wet, hot kiss overwhelmed her until she could only cling to him and experience the spectacle of her calm, cool and collected husband totally out of control.
    Quinn ripped his lips from hers. “Now. Goddammit. I need to prove…to show you how much I—”
    “It’s okay.”
    “I want you right now.”
    “Where?”

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    “Table.” He untied the belt on her robe, pushed it to the floor and groaned satisfaction she was still naked.
    “But the dishes—”
    “Fuck the dishes.” Quinn turned, jerked the corners of the tablecloth until all the plates and silverware crashed together and rolled to the opposite end of the table. “Problem solved.”
    Libby grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him, needing that connection as he lifted her on the kitchen table.

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    The woman absolutely pushed his limits of restraint today…and he’d never been happier in his frustration.
    Quinn needed to get inside her. Now now now pounded in cadence with the blood throbbing in his cock.
    Libby twisted her hand in his T-shirt, stopping him. “This gone. I wanna feel your skin on mine.”
    Yank. Off it went. He latched onto her hips and pulled until her legs hung off the table. He jerked his sweatpants to the tops of his boots and his cock went sproing like it was spring-loaded. He circled the opening to her pussy once and plunged inside to the root.
    She hissed. Her upper body bowed up and she slid up half a foot from the force of his thrusts.
    He scooted her back down. “Grab onto the edge. Hands above your head. Like that. Oh hell, yeah, exactly like that.”
    “You’re watching my tits bounce, aren’t you?”
    Quinn laughed and drove into her hard. “Uh-huh. Goddamn that’s sexy.”
    “Just as long as you aren’t so busy watching you forget what you’re supposed to be doing.”
    “And what is that, darlin’ wife?”
    “Fucking me until I scream.”
    The noise leaving his throat was half-grunt, half-snarl and all possessive male. He obliged her with thrusts that rocked the table and his legs quaked from the strain.
    “Yes. Don’t stop.”
    He gave her everything he had. A heart-thumping, sweat-inducing, hip-pounding, teeth-grinding, primal mating. As he anchored her hips, his avid gaze moved from the steady bounce of her breasts to where they were joined. It was hot as sin to see the wet proof of her excitement coating his dick as he pulled out, then feeling the tight clasp as he slammed home. Again and again and again. Every thrust seemed to bring him deeper into her.
    When he noticed Libby biting her lip, he leaned over her. “You okay? Too much?”
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    “No.” She arched into him. “Your chest hair on my nipples drives me crazy. And God, you’re hitting the exact spot pressed against me like that.”
    “Like this?”
    “Yes.”
    “Harder?”
    “No.”
    “Faster?”
    “Yeah.”
    Quinn clasped their hands together so they were matched palm to palm. “Fly apart for me.” He added a little grind at the end of his upstroke and she gasped.
    “Good?”
    “Uh-huh, more— yes! ”
    His hips began to piston, each stroke brought forth more sweat and more labored breaths and a more desperate race to the finish. When Libby squeezed his hands and cried out, Quinn felt that deep, rhythmic pulsing of her body sucking at his cock like a separate mouth.
    Closing his eyes, he let himself fall into the moment. As his cock emptied, he was reminded how perfect it felt being with Libby, naked in body and soul. Quinn buried his face in her neck and clutched her tightly, silently