Well, maybe I had thought about what it would be like to have a tight family like I’d once had, even comparing what I’d consider the perfect family with the Princes. However, never had I truly given it enough thought to even consider if I’d make good husband material.
And I wouldn’t.
All I had to do was to give it minimal thought. Coming home late from work would take on an entirely new meaning. And there would be no hazard pay. What about if we had kids and…
The same ugly reality of what she was facing and enduring hit me. In truth, the thought of bringing children into this misguided world seemed outrageous. Even if Emmeline would make an amazing mother.
We’d toyed around everything else in the last few days, more so than in the number of years we’d known each other. The torment both physically and emotionally had been bound to leak over, affecting our hearts.
But right now, the organ I’d often wondered if I even owned was pounding with such intensity I couldn’t breathe. I gripped her hips, pulling her up from her sexy lap dance. When I slipped the tip of my cock against her swollen folds, she stopped moving altogether. I did so adore her tempting smile and the way her long eyelashes skimmed across her porcelain skin.
I even took additional time brushing her cheek with my thumb, completely enamored by how different she looked tonight.
Every inch of skin glowing.
She gripped my shoulders, darting her eyes back and forth across mine as she undulated her body so my cock slid inside. Her lower lip quivered and I could see both dozens of questions as well as thoughts roaming around in her huge brain.
Her analogy of why our coupling would work lingered in my mind, which was crazy. There were no similarities between French Cajun and Italian families.
Other than their strong belief in religion.
Okay, and maybe their love of family.
Their acts and requirement of loyalty.
Her subtle moans pulled me away from an anxiety I hadn’t expected. “So beautiful,” I whispered.
I pressed my lips against her cheek, inhaling her sultry perfume. Her scent alone brought an intense ache to my dick every time.
She pulled up from her seated position, purposely sloshing the water.
Chuckling, I was surprised she was able to be as playful as she was, but I loved every second of her letting go. The walk on the beach. The conversation. The playful command. Even the music she’d selected. I’d never had this before. Not once. Nor had I wanted anything like it.
But I’d come to learn there was a first time for everything.
I rolled one hand up and down her back while dragging my tongue from one side of her jaw to the other.
Her eyes were closed, her body quivering uncontrollably even with beads of perspiration trickling down both sides of her face. They shimmered in the flickering candlelight, keeping my attention drawn.
The feel of having my cock deep inside was an even more powerful draw than before. My balls were throbbing almost as much, the need to fill her with my seed as strong as anything else.
Including controlling her.
She seemed so tiny in my hold, so vulnerable. But there was very little about her that didn’t scream of strength or authority. Just something else that attracted me about her.
With her eyes half closed, she moved up and down my shaft, taking her time to do so.
I pulled my head away, relaxing against the back of the tub. Why not allow her to do all the work? She noticed the grin on my face, pressing her hand against my chest. “Be careful, big beast. I’ve been called a she-wolf in woman’s clothing, which means I do bite.”
“I’m waiting for you to do so, but I don’t think you will.”
Another little dare, another challenge accepted. Leaning over, she bit my neck and I’d be damned if it didn’t feel as if she’d broken the skin.
“Ouch!” As soon as she backed away, I slapped my hand against the spot.
She threw her head back, laughing and there was a single spot of blood on her lip. Without so much as a second of hesitation, I captured her mouth and fisted a handful of her hair. Her moan caught in the moment was a perfect representation of how we both felt.
As the taste of copper filled my mouth, I was reminded that she was right in that what we were sharing wasn’t normal. That’s why we’d initiated the games so long before. Maybe as a way of killing the boredom, while being the only way we could pretend our admiration had hopes of going anywhere.
