“No, Wifey.” I grind in hard with a twist. “Do you feel me?”
“Yes.” Dear God, she practically moans the word.
“Where am I?”
“Inside me.”
“Where am I, Lorien?”
One lone tear streaks to her temple. “Home.”
“Fuck, yes. I’m home. Here. Where I belong.” I thrust as if I’m trying to win the fuckolympics, and I want the gold.
“Liam?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Wifey. Now come for your husband.”
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“You threw me over your shoulder.” She runs her finger over my chest, playing with the sparse hair there.
“I did.”
“Your family is going to know we had sex.”
“And?” My finger on her ass cheek traces a design into her skin.
“And that’s…” She never finishes her sentence.
“You think those babies came along via stork?”
She slaps me lightly with an open palm. “No, but…”
“Would you prefer they believe we’re celibate?”
She pushes up to look down on me, squeezing her eyes into a cute glare.
“I don’t want them to think about our sex lives at all.”
“Agreed. And I don’t want to think about my sister that way at all. Speaking of, what did she say that made you hopeful?”
Her face brightens above me. Her beauty is stunning normally, but she’s radiant post sex. Add to that real joy, and I’ll have to trap her in a basement or something. No one should see her this perfect.
“Oh, well, we were fake plotting a hostile takeover at Platt. With enough shareholders on board, I could get back to the research on autoimmune stuff. I’m sure she was joking, but it wasa fun daydream. Sariah even said she’d hack into the system or something. Seriously, it was all a pipe dream.
I squeeze her ass with my hand there. “That’s a great idea actually.”
“Yeah, except for the money part.”
“How much are shares going for?”
