Page 31 of The Marine

But Kael punched me one too many times and our marriage is over. I could have said I was separated, but a part of me needs my marital status to keep me safe from the one man I want but can’t be with.

And yet...I’m standing in front of him in only my lingerie.

Aidan lets out a growl when he takes in my white lace. Both of us pant as we study each other’s bodies again, ten years later.

I reach out to touch his tattoos. He’s a masterpiece. Ripped muscles layer almost every inch of him, and a thick, long, erect cock juts from his groin.

I lick my lips.

When his arm lifts to remove my bra, I see the anchor tattoo on the inside of his biceps.

I run my finger over it.

“Recon Jack.” His voice is rough as he explains it. “Signifies I’m a Marine.”

God, it's sexy as hell.

“I wish I’d seen you in uniform,” I say honestly, then shake my head. There is so much time and anger between us, it seems inappropriate.

“If I’d thought it would’ve made a difference, I would have turned up on your doorstep wearing it,” he replies with an edge. “But...”

But I was married.

Am married.

And it wouldn’t have changed anything. It never can. My father can’t be brought back to life. What Aidan did can’t be undone.

I should tell him to leave.

Having him here feels like I’m disrespecting my parents. But I need this one more time, and I don’t want to go down memory lane.

I undo my bra to distract him, and he cups my breast, taking my nipple between his fingers.

I let out a moan.

“I need you on your knees, Briar.” Aidan orders and like a doll, I fall to the floor. “Good girl.”

Holy hell.My pussy flares with desire.

Directing his cock to my mouth, he then says, “Fingers inside that pretty white lace, and I want you to play with yourself while you suck me off.”

Oh, my god.He’s now far more dominant than he was, and I don’t hate it at all.

Before I can blink, he fills me to the back of my throat with his thick erection. I’m so aroused I almost come on the spot when my fingers touch my clit.

“Come and I’ll spank you.”

Jesus.

My eyes lift to his, and this is a different man from the one I fucked in the bathroom. Aidan is in control and he’s owning every part of me.

He’s not even the man I made love to ten years ago. There is an edge to him.

Power.

Dominance.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so turned on in my life. My pussy feels like it's going to explode with desire and need. Like it's screaming out for him.