“They’re still close enough to your family,” I said,“and the security would be impenetrable.”
Her arse shifted against me, and I slid my hands higher.
“I wouldn’t mind making a few videos with you like this,” I murmured, cupping her breasts.“That’s all the porn I’d ever need.”
“No way am I going on camera like this. You wouldn’t even be able to fit me in the frame,” she snorted.
“Are you calling my children fat?” I mocked, rolling the soft fabric of her dress down over her breasts.
“Dinner’s going to get cold,” she gasped.
But her scent never lied.
Chapter 58
Lielit
I clenched my thighs together and grabbed his shoulder when his teeth grazed the delicate lace of my bra. When we got back from my appointment, I’d thought he needed space after seeing the twins. He’d zoned out—present in body, but not in spirit.
Now he was pacing between the desk and the window, houses pulled up on his screen, notes scattered everywhere, colour-coded flow charts mapped out like a battle plan.
You should put him out of his misery and bond with him, Bouda suggested.
Blaidd stopped abruptly and stood. His hands went to my dress, peeling it down my body with single-minded focus.
It won’t negatively impact his libido, will it? I asked.
It’s supposed to get better.
I worked at the buttons of his shirt, holding his blazing blue eyes as he reached beneath my arms and unclasped my bra.
It won’t fix his broken brain, though. My poor kids, I added to Bouda, absently patting Blaidd’s bare chest.
The man had locked himself away for hours because of an ultrasound. Walked the garden at least three times. I wondered how often he’d talked himself out of dumping us all back on Caer Virel.
He tugged the straps from my shoulders until my bra slid to the floor. I dragged my hand over the bulge in his trousers, cupping his knot as I felt his cock harden beneath my palm.
“God, Lielit,” he grunted, nostrils flaring.“Your scent…”
He’ll never get enough of you. Both of them are tied to us, Bouda whispered. That’s why the addition of the children is driving him to such lengths.
I swallowed at the implication as he unbuckled his belt.
“Need to be inside you,” he muttered.
I pushed my knickers down, kicking them aside.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” he said, unveiling his hard cock and angry-looking knot.“Hands flat on my desk.”
I swept the papers aside, briefly clocking the name of a prominent media mogul before his fingers curled around my thighs. He spread me open and pulled me back until I was bent over the desk, his tongue tracing slowly up my inner thigh, licking away the damp mess.
He exhaled over my heat, a long, steady breath that made me shiver.
“All this for me,” he rasped.
I shut my eyes.
His grip tightened on my thighs, and before I could protest, his tongue dragged deliberately along my labia.
