Jonas grinned. “As I agree with the sentiment, you can say it twice.”
Hendrix made it to his house in Oakwood in record time. Their house. His and Roz’s. She’d moved back in and put her loft up for sale even though he’d told her at least four times that he’d move in with her. His Oakwood place was a legitimate house but wherever Roz was made it home.
He found her in the bedroom, spread across the bed. Naked.
“Thought you’d never get here,” she murmured throatily. “I was about to send you a selfie to hurry you along.”
“So our next scandal can be a phone-hack leak of our personal photo album?” His clothes hit the floor in under thirty seconds.
“No more scandals. We’re a respectable married couple, remember?” Roz squealed as he flipped her over on the bed and crawled up the length of her back.
“Only in public. Behind closed doors, all bets are off.”
She shuddered under his tongue and arched in pleasure. “See what you’ve done to me? I’m a total sex addict, thanks to you. Before we got married, I was in the running for most pious fiancée alive.”
“Not sorry.” As much as he enjoyed Roz’s back, he liked her front a lot better. That’s where her eyes were and he’d discovered a wealth of intimacy in them when they made love, an act which he planned to repeat a million more times. He rolled her in his arms and sank into her.
She was his favorite part of being married.
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