Adam scowled playfully as he helped her out of the dress, his eyes boggling at the sight of the sexy getup he found underneath. “Don’t remind me that you used to sleep with my brother.”

“That was a lifetime ago. It has no bearing on us.”

“I know, baby. I feel like my whole life began all over again that day I found you on the ferry when you were swearing off men, and I was prepared to never have sex again if it meant I had to get involved with another woman.”

“That vow didn’t last long,” she said, flashing the saucy smile he adored.

“Let’s talk about what you’re wearing.”

She took a step back from him so he could get the full impact. “This old thing?”

It was almost too much for his brain to process—a bustier that showcased her full breasts, trim waist and curvy hips, a garter belt, sheer thigh-high stockings and three-inch heels. She was a sexy vision in virginal white, and she was all his for the rest of his life. “Someone pinch me, please. I can’t possibly be married to the sexiest woman to ever draw a breath.”

“Stop,” she said, her chest and face flushing in embarrassment.

“Never.” He closed the small space between them and ran his hands down her back to cup her cheeks, which had been left bare by a thong. “Do I have Tiffany Taylor to thank for this heart-stopping moment?”

“Perhaps,” she said with a coy smile.

“She’s very, very good at what she does. So good, in fact, that all my plans for a slow, sexy seduction of my wife have gone right out the window in favor of a quick, hard, urgent fuck.”

“Yes, please.”

“Mmmm, such lovely manners from a woman wearing a getup intended to make her husband insane.”

She removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. “Are you insane?”

“Absolutely, positively, out of my mind crazy about you.”

“We can go slow the next time,” she said, going to work on his belt and the button to his pants, which dropped into a pile at his feet. Her hands inside the back of his boxers, squeezing his ass, was nearly the end of him.

Adam helped her along by removing the shorts himself and walking her backward to the bed. “What’s about to happen here is all your fault, Mrs. McCarthy.”

“I can live with that.”

He came down on top of her, devouring her mouth with deep, passionate kisses.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing her heat against his cock and making him crazy with need.

Adam moved her thong to the side and thrust into her, groaning at the tight fit, the heat and the squeeze of her internal muscles. Nothing in his life could compare to the singular experience of being inside her, wrapped up in her, in love with her.