She pressed against him, all but begging him to take her. “I’m not going to remember it in a good way. I’m going to remember it in a revenge-is-a-bitch-and-so-am-I way.”

That made him laugh—hard. How could he not laugh? She was so damned cute. “You could never be a bitch, sweet Maddie.”

“You don’t think so? Keep it up, and you’re going to see a whole other side of me.”

“I love when you need me.”

“Mac, honestly,” she said with a deep sigh. “I always need you, and I always will.”

His heart skipped a beat at the blatant honesty he saw in her expression and heard in her words. Pressing into her, he gave her what they both needed, the connection they lived for.

“Yes,” she said on a long sigh. “Like that. Just like that.”

All games were forgotten as the sublime pleasure took over. Everything faded away when he was with her like this—sick kids and holiday madness and pressure at work faded to nothingness, eclipsed entirely by his love for her.

Reaching beneath her, he cupped her ass, which was still warm from the spanking. She gasped in reaction, her inner muscles tightening as her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, all signs that she was close.

“Let me feel you, baby,” he whispered gruffly in her ear, picking up the pace to take them both to the finish line.

Ahhh, fucking finally, he thought as they both came with cries that he muffled by kissing her with deep thrusts of his tongue. God forbid they should wake the kids. He softened the kiss to light touches of his lips on hers before dropping his forehead to hers as he tried to catch his breath.

“Oh my God, Mac. Just when I think we can’t get any crazier…”

He huffed out a laugh. “It’s you. You make me that way.”

Her hands smoothed over his back, gliding through the dampness that had come from exertion. “I make you that way. Whatever you say.”

“It’s true. I’ve never been like this with anyone else.”

“I hate to think of you doing this with anyone else.”

He raised his head to look into her eyes. “I have never done anything like this with anyone but you. I’ve told you before—my whole life started the day you tried to run me over with your bike.”

She smacked his shoulder. “You’re rewriting history.”

“Best day of my life,” he said, kissing her. “But every day since then, even when you’re mean to me, has been ever better.”

“Even days when you’re cock-blocked by sick kids?”

Laughing, he said, “Even then. I love those kids and their mother with all my heart.”

“We love you, too.”

He gathered her into his arms and rolled to his side, bringing her with him. “I was kinda rough with you. You’re okay?”