Free Divine Temptation by Nicki Elson

would come crashing in there thinking someone was trying to murder her.
    Maggie hung on for dear life and marveled at her husband’s stamina and strength. He’d obviously increased his workout routine, and she hoped he’d keep it up after they were officially back together. They were going to have it all. Great sex. Great relationship. The separation had made them better for each other in every way.
    “Eh, eh, oh.” Maggie’s whimpers combined into one never ending moan of ecstasy. Carl let loose a growl and gave his final thrusts.
    After they’d both finished, he buried his face in her glistening breasts, kissing and suckling her salty flesh the same way he always used to. After he’d had his fill, he collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. He should be , Maggie thought to herself with a wry smile. She gave him a peck on his forehead and hopped off to the bathroom to clean up. She didn’t want to think about the fact that they should’ve used protection. When she returned, she did something she’d rarely ever done before—she stayed completely naked and climbed in next to Carl. He held his arm out for her, and she snuggled into his side.
    They continued breathing heavily, and didn’t say much, just laughed a little at the unspoken joke that neither one of them could’ve predicted that this was how the evening would end. Maggie pelted Carl’s neck with baby kisses and decided that they should probably hold off on telling the kids they were getting back together until everything was worked out. They could keep it as their own delicious secret for a while. She giggled to herself when she thought about how fun it was going to be sneaking around like love-starved teenagers.
    Carl’s hand traveled down her spine. “Baby, baby, I have missed this ass,” he said as he grabbed a handful.
    “I’ve missed this throat,” Maggie said, “and this jaw, and these lips.” She worked her way up to the modest bump in the ridge of his nose, then let her face hover for a moment before concluding, “And this tongue.”
    She kissed him deeply, trying to communicate so much through it—that she was ready to be a better wife, the wife she should have been in the first place, the best, most devoted wife any man had ever had. She pulled her mouth away and rubbed his nose with hers before lying down and nuzzling into his shoulder. For a few minutes the room was silent. Maggie wanted to tell him she loved him but waited for him to say it first.
    Busying herself at his chest while his thumb tickled lines up and down her back, she walked her fingers through the thicket and spun it into tiny tornadoes. It seemed the hair that was disappearing from his hairline was congregating here.
    The silence lingered.
    She made her fingers like claws and scratched them through his chest hairs, mussing them all up, and then propped herself on one elbow, locking her eyes on his—she couldn’t help but note that something within the vibrant blue of his irises looked vaguely petrified. “What are you thinking, Mr. Brock?”
    He rolled onto his side and pressed her so she was on her back. “I’m thinking we just had mind-blowing sex.”
    He lowered his mouth and teased her traitorous nipple into a stiff peak. But she didn’t want to be distracted. She wanted to talk about it. She wanted to hear him say that he was as eager as she was to try again. For the second time that night she lifted his head away from her. “I mean what are you thinking about us?”
    After a long sigh, he said, “I don’t know. Tonight was great. Wonderful. But I’m just not sure either one of us needs this kind of complication in our lives right now.”
    “So I’m a complication?” Maggie’s heart dropped as she said it.
    Carl chuckled and cradled her face. “Yes, Maggie Dawson Brock. You are a complication, always have been. It’s one of the things I love most about you.” He stared at her silently before adding, “I do love you, Maggie.”
    “To be quickly