Madelyn
My fingers tightened around the phone and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. Before I could react, I felt warm lips press against the middle of my back, slow and teasing, dragging heat straight down my spine.
Dominic.
His body pressed up behind me, firm and unmistakably responding. His length nudged against my behind through my nighty like it had its own brain and wanted attention. My breath hitched, my body reacting before my mind could catch up because it always reacted to him. Every damn time.
He lifted my chin gently, making me look at him in the mirror. Then his hand slid to my cheek, cupping it softly as he kissed me from behind, slow and warm.
“Who’s that?” he murmured against my skin.
I couldn’t tell him. Not this. Not that a stranger called me wifey. Not that som
