“Ah, yes.”His tempting lips stretched wider.“And meet the brute who stole your heart.”
“And saved me, Sir.”I mumbled the words into his chest, closing my eyes when his hand rose to cradle the back of my head.
“We saved each other.”His voice was softer then, and I smiled when he placed a delicate kiss on the top of my head.“Now, stop stressing.I want you to enjoy your time with them, and on that subject, I have some news.”
“Oh?”My chin rose to meet his big blue eyes.“What’s that?”
“We’ll need to make up the bed in the other spare room.”His lips twisted.“It looks like I’ll have a visitor, too.”
“Your mum!”I gasped, thrilled he’d finally managed to get in touch with her.
“That’s right.It’s taken months, but I’ve arranged for her safe passage over here.”The light glinting in his eyes conveyed how happy he was with the arrangement.“She arrives on Wednesday.”
I hugged him tighter, my fingers trailing reflexively over the place Ian’s whip had scarred his flawless back.His shirt hid the healed damage, but we both knew they were there, a testament to the suffering he’d borne for me.“I’m so relieved and happy for you, Sir.”
Adam had been trying to track his mother down for months, and after his old contacts had found her somewhere in Surrey, he’d started the painstaking task of extracting her from Britain.
The country was still technically under BTP rule, but with Jackson locked up and no discernible leader at the helm, the senior leadership appeared to have crumbled, and recent reports suggested the party’s brutal grasp might be slipping, as well.
I could only hope time would sweep the fascists back to the undergrowth where they belonged.
“Me too.”He swallowed.“She can finally meet the woman I loveandher family, all at the same time.”
“My.”I caught my lower lip between my teeth and glanced back at my attempts at baking.“It all sounds like a lot when you put it that way.”
“That’s why I don’t want you to worry.”Squeezing my ass cheeks, he motioned to the countertops still covered in flour.“We have enough to do around this place.I’ll ask Luc to whip us up some bread, and maybe some of those pastries we like.”
“But asking the local baker is cheating.”I sighed, resting my temples against his chest.“I’m supposed to be looking after you.”
“Oh, but you do look after me.”His dark chuckle reverberated along my body, somehow connecting with my clitoris.
“I’m not sure worshipping your cock in the shower and acting as your personal footrest are things I want to share with our mothers, Sir.”
His laughter deepened at my reply.“Oh, non, non, non,” he rebuked.“Je ne partage ces choses avec personne.”
I smiled at his sentiment, relieved he wasn’t prepared to share those things with anyone else.After more than a year living in France, my understanding of the language had improved greatly, but I still lacked confidence speaking it.
“I’m glad, Sir.”
“En français?”He arched that brow at me again, knowing how much the gesture affected me.
“Adam.”I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.“I’m no good at French.”
“Excusez-moi?”He lifted the hand at my ass and smacked the cheeks harder.
“Okay, okay,” I yelped, trying to remember the vocabulary.“Mais je ne suis pas bon!”
“Better,” he whispered, his fingers stiffening in my hair.“You know a lot more French than you realize, little girl.You just need to practice more.”
“I know.”I slumped against him.“Je sais.”
“Très bien.”He laughed softly.“You’ll get there, and I’m always here to support you.”
“I’m thankful, Sir.”Throwing my arms around his neck, I grazed a kiss at his chin.“But I still wish I could make us our own bread.”
“There’s really no need,” he assured me.“Luc will be happy to help, and I didn’t choose you because of your skills in the kitchen.”
“Oh, really?”It was my turn to employ a sardonic tone.“I wonder what you had in mind when you plucked me from the dark alleyways of Fortorus, Sir.”
