"They know what this is, love."
She reached up and nudged my chin. "Uh-uh. You are not going to have them looking at me like I'm a harlot."
I bent forward laughing, gripping my knees.
"Sweets, what year were you born? People these days say all kinds of things, but harlot, baby?"
She shoved my shoulder with a smirk and a roll of her eyes, then turned to leave the closet. I caught her before she made it out, lifted her, and set her on the counter in the middle of the room.
I stepped between her thighs and gripped her chin, kissing her slow and deep. This woman was a pure addiction and I had no interest in recovering.
She lifted her hips to help me pull her leggings down without being asked.
"Duke," she breathed.
I slipped my fingers between her lips into her warmth. Her walls pulled me in like a promise. Her soft sounds against my ear made it very difficult to exercise any kind of patience.
My towel was doing very little to hide what was happening beneath it. I let it go and bit my lower lip.
"Should have stayed downstairs. Now you're going to have to keep that volume in check if you don't want everyone knowing exactly how you like it."
I placed both her legs over my shoulders, gripped her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the counter. Then I slid into her inone deep stroke, catching her cry with my mouth before it could carry through the house. I took my time, alternating between deep and slow before picking up my pace.
When her walls locked around me and she spilled over, I worked her through every second of it. Then I pressed kisses up the length of the leg draped over my shoulder.
"Sir, please."
She knew exactly what that did to me. I closed my eyes and steadied myself. When I opened them, she was already smirking.
She gripped the edge of the counter and moved with me, tightening around me deliberately every few strokes. She knew what she was doing and she did not care. We had company so I was going to give her what she wanted, but only after she gave me one more.
I wrapped one hand gently around her throat and used the other to press lightly against her chest, easing her back down against the counter.
"One more," I said, sliding into her in long, smooth strokes. "You got one more for me?"
She nodded, her top pulled down, bottom lip caught between her teeth to hold back the sounds she couldn't quite contain.
I gave her what she was asking for, deeper with every stroke, until her legs went loose and the sounds she had been trying to hold back were too far gone to stop. I was fairly certain the whole house had heard her at that point. I couldn't bring myself to care even a little. She was mine.
I cleaned up and then carried her to the bathroom so we could shower together.
She looked up at me afterward with a flat expression and rolled her eyes.
"You know you're going downstairs by yourself now, right? I need a nap. You do not know a single thing about a quickie."
I laughed and wrung out the washcloth to start washing her down first.
"Nothing about how I treat your body is ever going to be quick, Sweets. You deserve patience. You deserve the whole thing every time. You'd agree with that, wouldn't you?"
She looked away with a smile she was trying to hide.
"You just like getting your way. That's all this is." A pause. "But I'll take it, because I am a classy woman and I deserve nothing less."
I threw my head back laughing. Life with this woman had tested me in every direction, but never because of her. There was a purity to her that the world had always wanted to get its hands on. And as long as I had a single breath left in my body, they were going to have to come through me every time.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER…
I helped Solana into her outfit for the day, then left her in the room to take the nap she needed. I told her I would wake her when people started arriving.
