“Ti,” she whimpers so sweetly, all but melting into me.
“Bri-chan, did you miss your mean ass husband? You were in such haste to run from me. A lesser man would think you wanted to run back to a lover.”
The lightness of my words don’t fool her. Twisting our bodies, I settle her down on the moss-covered bank.
Leaning up on her elbows, she meets my gaze. “You don’t believe that.”
“It wasn’t from the lack of them trying to make us think so, what with the daily videos being sent of the Shipmoore brand of hospitality. Dinner every night. Being so courteous as to walk you to your room. Even playing, GO.” Slow crawling up her body, I spread her legs apart, settling between them.
“A lesser man would wonder if vicious little wife’s pussy still curved to his dick.” I murmur pressing a light kiss on her lips. As I open her to me.
Shifting, she opens her legs wider to accommodate.
I press in slowly, she so fucking tight. So fucking mine. Always mine.
“B-but you’re not a lesser man.” She gasps out a groan as her body struggles to take me.
“No, I’m not wife—” I find myself struggling for the words. My heart is so full in this moment. The moon has her beautiful brown skin bathed in an almost blue glow.
“I know—” I growl, nearly feral in the feel of her clasped around me so tightly my back threatens to bow.
“You know I’m yours, Ti.” Her words panted so prettily as I take her pussy, makes me feel like I hung the very moon I’m making love to her under.
“Yes, you’re mine.” I surge inside, taking her lips as I bottom out, catching her cries on my tongue, and I reclaim my wife, who I honestly doubt in the moment I could ever live without.
Chapter 17
? ~ Love
Evangeline(a few weeks later)
My heart beatsat a frenetic pace as Bridget and I go over the data sheets from the preliminary report of the new app we are presenting to Takeda in hopes they will sponsor the launch.
One would think that being married to two of the owners would give us a better chance. They would be wrong. Takeshi and Riyu removed themselves from overseeing our department the moment Flower married Akchiro, saying it would give rise to whispers of nepotism, not to mention a direct challenge from their cousin Kiyoshi, who at the time had a serious vendetta against them for killing his dad.
All of that seems like eons ago. In time since we have had some major wins with the company financing and launching some of our products and some losses. They don’t need or want all of our tech, and in those cases, we take it to market on ourown or find other partners. Which we are more than prepared to do in this case.
“I don’t think they are going to like it. It’s too niche.” Brigit sighs with clear-eyed certainty.
“It has more than 20 billion dollar potential.” I remind her.
“Fashion is so gate kept. By letting creators set up their own stores, no matter the size, with the potential to scale after a year, will give rise to an entire new generation of entrepreneurs. Ease of use is where we are going to reign.” My assurance has her smiling.
“When do you want to reach out to the Tekmoto Team?” Quickly pulling up the screen, she consults our calendar.
Suddenly my nose catches not even a scent, and my mouth fills. Acid hot and sour rises in a rush in my chest. I almost trip over my feet launching to the nearby bathroom.
“Ev,” I hear her shouting my name in panic a few times as I retch over the toilet.
I heave until my breakfast and lunch fill the basin. Cold, clammy sweat trickles between by breasts.
Panic sweeps through me.No, no, no.Race through my mind, though I know it was always a possibility. We are better, but are we even at the stage to do this now? The answer is a resounding hell no.
Slumping back only bottom, I watch the auto-flush activate, followed by the self-cleaning module lighting up.
Bridget has fallen silent in the background as I rise and freshen up.
“You okay?” she asks when I all but collapse back into my chair.
