Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

We’re feeling complicated and inevitable all at once.

I’ve been through some shit in my life. But having to watch Tabitha cry might be the worst of it.

I hook a leg over his, pulling us flush. “Please.” “Jesus, Tabby. Are you begging?” “Please,” I repeat with a desperate little moan, dusting my lips over his stubbled cheek. “Because you don’t need to,” he says. Then he seals his mouth over mine

“Been dreaming about bending you over since that first day you waltzed into my house, Tabby. So yeah, I’d say I’m desperate for it.”

“First and last, baby,” I rasp out. “Because I have no plans to fuck anyone other than my wife for the rest of my life.”