“Yes, love. You could become a dance therapist. It’s a growing field and a much-needed one. You'd have to get a degree in dance therapy and probably a master's degree. It's a lot of work, but I think it's something you'd excel at. I am a scientist without a heart and you're a dancer who is nothing but love and kindness despite your snarky attitude.” He bops me on the nose and then chases it with a kiss. “I think you would really be an incredible dance therapist, my love.”
Sleep is ready to claim me after our rigorous lovemaking, so I nestle into his embrace. “You’ve inspired me, Beckett. I know it wasn't your intention, but you've saved lives, and you might save the world legitimately.” I look up to see his expression.
“I wouldn't go that far,” he balks.
“I would,” I say. “I want to do my part. I think Rayne would be happy to have parents like us. We're changing the future so that her childhood is nothing like the lonely, terrifying, trauma-filled shit shows ours were.” I look up at him and give him a bright smile.
“I’d love that, my dear.” He kisses me one last time before I fall asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Beckett
I wake up in the hotel suite with Scarlett still sleeping in my arms. It is the most wonderful feeling to have her warm breath fan across my chest. I don't usually like cuddling after sex but holding Scarlett feels safe. I am guarding her, and she has a hold of my heart. For a man who truly did not want to know about human emotions and connections, this tiny dancer has crawled into my soul which had been guarded by years of anger and distance.
Usually, I wake up at the crack of dawn with too much work to do, but instead, I turn off my phone—something I never do—and go back to sleep holding Scarlett close. When she stirs and I turn my phone back on, I discover it is almost nine in the morning. We must have really needed our rest because I have not slept that long in my whole life.
“Ugh, what are you doing to me? I never sleep this late.” I stretch and point my toes, feeling invigorated and comfortable with her beside me.
She also stretches and gives me a glorious smile. “This is nothing. Once I woke up at two in the afternoon. I mean, it was after a long night of studying, and I’d had a show, but still most of the day was gone. So almost nine isn't bad.” She makes lazy circles on my chest with her fingers, and my cock—which is already hard as a rock—can't take the heat. I don't want to stifle her, but I do stop her hands.
“If you keep touching me, love, I'm going to have to fuck you again.”
“I want to try oral,” she says sweetly, like it is a flavor of ice cream.
“Oh, you do? Just out of the blue, you want to swallow me down that pretty throat of yours?” God, the thought of it has me hardening more.
“Is there a trick to it?” She pulls the covers back and smiles at my very awake member poking up under the sheets, wanting her so desperately.
“I’ve never sucked a cock, but I know what I like. Keep your throat open and your mouth loose. Suck on the tip, kiss it, explore the piercing with your tongue. I'll try not to press it too far into your throat because it can block your airway. For some, it’s uncomfortable. If I’m close to a climax, do you want to swallow my cum? Or do you want me to plant it on you somewhere? Would you like me to put it inside of you when I'm ready to blow?” These are awkward questions, but I like the candid way we speak to one another.
“I have a thing about textures.” She crinkles her cute little nose. “I don’t think I want to swallow it.” She giggles and kisses my chest. “But I’m willing to give it a try. It looks fun, and you’ll like it, right?”
I rake my fingers through her hair. “I love anything you do, tiny dancer. You asked if I liked you and,” I kiss the top of her head, “I do, very much. You’re delightful. I never thought I’d be happy, and with you, I am.” I mean that. I not only like her; I enjoy her company more than I thought I ever would.
“I like you too.” Her sweet cheeks redden with warmth and love.
“That means a lot coming from you, knowing that I’m the only billionaire you’ll make an exception for.” I scratch her back as she kisses her way down my body. “Ah, fuck that feels amazing.”
She smiles up from her descent to my lengthening cock, obviously doing its best to reach her. When she finally puts me in her mouth, I dip into heaven. I know not to thrust down her throat because she is young and still learning about sex, but oh God, the warmth of her feels so intoxicating. She does as I requested, sucking and playing with my cock, swirling her tongue around the Prince Albert. I can feel myself swelling in her mouth. All I want to do is thrust and grind on her, butinstead, I rake my fingers through her hair and let her explore me. It is intimate and more intense than sex because it is her choosing to taste me. To taste me with her mouth is a surrender that intoxicates me more than the finest scotch.
“Oh yes,” I groan as she works me deeper into her throat.
I’ve had sex with countless women. Legitimately, I do not have a count. I don't ever recall feeling so connected and so incredibly aroused by the earnestness of a partner. She is so magnificent, my sweet angel of a wife. Because of our intimacy and closeness and her eagerness to please me, I gently pull out of her mouth, ready to climax, looking into her eyes.
“This feels so good, but I’m going to cum. I don’t want to do it down your throat.” I hook my hands under her arms and bring her up to my face and drape her leg over my hip, feeling the warmth of her beside me. I kiss her lips that were just on me and look into her stunning eyes, so deep and blue. “Thank you,” I say as I enter her slowly. The look of excitement lights up her face as she bears my size.
Whenever I enter her, that first breach of her tightness always makes her gasp which brings me a flood of deeper arousal. I press in gently as her arms band around me nestling in close. She is bracing herself for another wild sexual exchange, but I don't ravage her. I take her slowly and deliberately, gently rocking in and out until I can't take the friction and the tightness anymore. Building speed, I press in as deep as I can so I reach the very heart of her.
“More,” she breathes in my ear, and I give her just that. More and more. I make her come three times, and when I come, my orgasm is stronger than I’ve ever remembered.
She brings me to the heights of ecstasy. She is my paramount as a sexual partner. Her body is perfect and beautiful even after giving birth to our incredible daughter. She is strong and passionate, matching me in energy, intellect, and, despite her youth, wisdom and maturity.
After we make love that morning, we stay in the hotel and order breakfast. Then shower together and dress to get home to our daughter. I think our problems are behind us. I know the identity of thepeople that Carl is associating with, and I plan to reach out to Massimo and see what I can do to get his protection.
I am not planning on approaching Massimo immediately. I have a lot of research to do and some research to find out the purpose of this drug and why Carl wants it so badly. I have my suspicions, but I need them confirmed. We learned all that we could last night thanks to Scarlett's help. I feel more confident about the direction I plan to take in order to protect my integrity and the safety of people who would be subjected to a dangerous biological weapon.
When we get home, Mia is reluctant to give Rayne back to us as she has enjoyed her time with her little niece, but I can see by the way Scarlett's eyes light up that she has missed her baby.
