Page 125 of Unlock My Heart

“Mmm, I haven’t forgotten that all your pretty holes need attention.”

I gently rub it, not wanting to breach her without some lube to make it nice for her, but next time, this tight little ass will be mine.

Her movements become sloppy; she’s close. My tongue moves lower, fucking her opening over and over with the tip.

“Oh, God,” she moans.

My teeth give her clit a warning nip.

“Seriously?” Sienna yelps.

My growl against her slick pussy lets her know I’m dead serious.

“God, you’re insufferable.” She huffs.

Another nip.

“Fabien, you’re insufferable,” she grits through her teeth.

“Better.” And I make it better by kissing and licking her clit.

“Right there,” she moans, and I give her a very male sound of appreciation.

For nearly ten years, I’ve dreamed of this, and as I predicted, fantasy doesn’t hold a candle to reality. My tongue flicks faster and faster, and right when I’ve worked her up to the edge, I suck her clit into my mouth.

“Fabien, yes!” Sienna detonates, her internal muscles spasming as she comes long and hard.

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. My tongue keeps moving until her body goes limp, and I help her off me and onto her side next to me in bed.

“Thanks for the privilege.” Using her words against her, I make an exaggerated show of licking her wetness from my lips, and then I lick my finger for good measure. “Let me know if you’d like to act out any other fantasies.”

Her satiated eyes turn to flames as she rolls out of bed. “I’m adding a deadbolt to my door.” She storms her sexy ass to the bathroom, slamming and locking it.

Now’s not the time to tell her that if the new locks didn’t keep me out, a deadbolt won’t, either. “See you this evening, my beautiful wife.” I hurry to my room, where I have to change into a new pair of boxers and suit pants because my poor cock’s leaked everywhere.

I glance at myself in the mirror, my chin and lips shiny. Sienna says things are getting weird; I say things are getting good.

After cleaning myself up, I meet Saint in the kitchen. “Let’s roll.”

“And you’re sure about this meeting with your brother?”

In a hell of a good mood after being nearly suffocated by my wife’s pussy, I slap his back. “You worry too much.”

Brows furrowed, Saint says, “I worry that you don’t worry enough.”

“How about this?” I tell him. “You worry enough for both of us.”

Lacey and her handler appear, and I give the dog a scratch. “Take care of her,” I say for Lacey’s dog ears only. “My wife does not leave the property today.” I straighten, informing my head of security.

“Yes, boss,” he says.

I slide into the back of the waiting vehicle flanked by armored SUVs, and Saint hands me the newspaper before taking his seat behind the wheel. “If you tell me that my brother’s been knighted, I might lose it,” I warn him.

“Not knighted, but might as well have been. He’ll be a shoo-in for the mayoral nomination,” Saint tells me.

Splashed on the front page is the arrest of the former mayor and Angelo’s former situationship, according to Al. “It all works out perfectly for me,” I announce, tossing the paper. “Angelo has the easy out, and I return to my rightful place in the family.”

“Please don’t jinx this, boss,” Saint begs.