I had already warned Henry I was going to devour that tight, muscular ass of his the next time we got a real moment alone. It was a dark, dirty craving that had been clawing at me for weeks—I just loved the way those heavy cheeks flexed and hardened whenever he was pounding into me. He thought I was joking at first, but when he saw the dead-serious hunger in my eyes, he just gave me that dark, knowing smirk and told me he’d see if I was actually up to the task.

The wait was pure torture. He had to play the perfect, devoted husband, giving Mom just enough...