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“Lucky,” he repeated, climbing on top of her as she lay on the bed. Her legs widened as he pressed down on her. His warm cock lying on her thick thigh as he placed soft kisses on her naked skin. “I think I’m the one who’s lucky.”

  It was time for her to take control. She’d put her man through some changes lately and she was done. Brandon had been patient and kind and loving, even while she was intent on losing her shit.

  Lifting her head, she smiled at her husband as she reached up and pulled his head down towards her. She trailed a path of nibbling caresses up to his throat, where she tenderly kissed and licked at his Adam’s apple. He groaned low under his breath as she felt his cock thicken even more. Oh yeah.

  She thrilled at the unmistakable desire she was unleashing in him. She could feel it in the heat of his shaft pulsing so erotically against her skin. The feelings it invoked, to know that she had this much power over her man, made her almost giddy.

  Smiling, she slipped her fingers in his hair and kissed him. That was all it took to shake his tenuous control. With a soft murmur, he pushed her further up the bed, pulling her thick legs around his waist.

  “You undo me, woman.”

  “No, I make you stronger. Just as you do for me.”

  He slid his big, gorgeous, naked body up hers. He did it inch by delicious inch, until the head of his lusciously hard cock pressed against her pussy.

  Supporting his weight on his extended arms, he slowly began a sawing motion with his hips that caused the engorged head of his cock to rub against her clit. At the exquisite, electric contact between them, he groaned. Sliding inside her slick channel, he stretched her so damn good that she gasped out loud. No matter how many times he claimed her body, it always felt as if they were coming together for the first time.

  Monique cried out, clung to his arms, and helplessly thrust her hips up against his as he fucked her so good. Stars exploded behind her eyes as he took her over the precipice. She shuddered as her body catapulted into an orgasm so intense, it left her sobbing with pleasure.

  Pausing only long enough to calm her with soft kisses, he began the seductive movement of his hips and cock all over again. In a matter of seconds, she was quickly awash in fresh waves of a mind-blowing release. Still gasping, her eyes closed, she finally released his arms and fell back against the bed.

  Sighing with contentment, she lay beneath Brandon as he rocked inside of her, forcing the last of his essence inside her body. There was no other feeling in the world quite like this.

  They made love more times that night than she could count. Monique knew what he was doing. He was showing her, in deed, that she was the only woman for him.

  “Thank you,” she whispered into his chest as they lay together, tangled within the sheets of their marital bed.

  “For what?” he asked. His arm squeezing around her shoulder as his other hand stroked the skin on her hip. One leg was draped across his lower body and she trailed her fingers through his thick chest hair.

  “For loving me. For having patience with me and talking me off the ledge earlier today.” Now that she thought about it, she was ashamed of her behavior.

  “Don’t thank me. Just know that whatever you’re going through, I’m here. We go through it together. You and me.” He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer.

  Before drifting off to sleep, she thought about the long weekend ahead of them. It was time for the two of them to reclaim who they were as a couple. As a family.

  To stay strong, they both needed to work at their marriage. Tonight was just the start of the two of them getting back to where they needed to be. It might not be easy, but with Brandon by her side, she knew they would be stronger every day.

  “I love you, baby,” he whispered. “Promise me again, mi corazon.”

  “I’ll always be yours. Forever.” Smiling as she said the words, Monique knew that was a promise she would always keep.

  ~ THE END ~

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  The characters I write will not be perfect. None of us are. They will make mistakes. All my heroes will have redeeming qualities, but on the outset, you may not be their biggest fan. My heroines will be the kind of women you want to hang out with. They're the women next door, down the street and around the corner. They are the ladies you would want to spend time with on a Saturday night drinking a martini.

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  Table of Contents

  Labor of Love Anthology

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  Operation-Ball n' Chain

  Beale Street Blues

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  Dirty Mechanic

  Love Between The Lines

  The Mend

  Fall From Grace

  For You I Will

  Something to Build On

  Broken Soul

  Promise Me