Page 32 of Worth Risking It

“Yes, fuck yes!”

“Ahmm! Oh, baby, oh, oh, oh!” She stopped, squeezing her thighs and grinding slowly with a drawn out moan.

I held her waist and stood, forcing her to a knee on the bench. Pounding into her, our bodies clapping, she reached behind to grab my side.

“Oh, yes, fuck me, Milo.”

But she was doing the fucking, driving me to the edge far quicker than I wanted. Holding my hands out to the sides, my jaw on my chest, I grunted, watching her ass jiggle every time she collided with me.

“Oh, shit, that’s fucking hot. Oh, god, your ass is so tight. You ready for my load? Huh? You want this cum, baby girl?”

“Mm, yes, yes.”

Her fingers tucked between her thighs again, working at her clit. She stopped, her ass moving down and quivering before shooting back up with her orgasm.

“Yes, yes! Mm, Milo!”

The rough tug sent me spiraling. Fisting the flesh of her cheeks, I pushed them apart and rammed into her hard and fast a few times. My gut tightening, my strokes shortening, I threw my head back and growled, cumming over and over, riding her orgasm to the end.

Shaking, she dropped to the bench, cradling her forehead while trying to catch her breath. I raked my fingers through her hair and forced her to look up at me.

“Wanna go upstairs and take a shower?”

A light shimmered in her eyes, a seductive smile curling her lips. “A shower?”

My knuckles brushed her cheek a few times, my heart still banging on my ribs. “First, I clean you with my tongue, then I clean you with a washcloth.”

Cooing, she rose to her feet and fixed her robe, planting a tiny kiss to my lips. Our fingers twined together, we strolled for the stairs, stealing kisses and pets all the way to the third floor.

I definitely did not deserve her love. It was time I step up my game. Before we got married, I needed to clean up my act and be the man she needed as her husband.

Definitely before she got pregnant. I would make sure all the mistresses were gone before our first child was born. For sure.

Chapter 13

Chastity Monroe

Turning off the eye, I removed the pan of scrambled eggs and divided them between the four plates. A hand grazed across my ass, and I shivered, my eyes fluttering. Glancing over my shoulder, it was Wyatt shimmying between me and the long island, reaching for the refrigerator.

It was dangerous of him to continually sneak little touches here and there, but since Milo and Frank were still upstairs, there was no harm. Frank always used the back stairs since they were outside his room, and the last step creaked. Milo would take the elevator, and that, too, would make a sound.

“Good morning,” I muttered with a stealing glimpse.

Closing the fridge, he looked around, set the orange juice on the counter, and dipped for a quick kiss, his palm on the side of my neck.

Over far too soon, he went to the cabinets that had glass doors on either side, making the space beneath that was opened to the breakfast room seem larger. Getting out a few glasses and setting them on the bar, he pulled out the first chair and sat down.

I bent over and opened the oven, pulling out the biscuits.

“Good morning, kitten,” he said in a teasing tone, eyeing my ass.

Blushing, I set the pan on the stove and fixed everyone’s plates, adding a biscuit, a couple pancakes, and bacon to each. I set one in front of him and blew a kiss, turning around just in time to hear the bottom step creak to Frank.

“Oh wow, I need this,” he groaned, the door swinging closed behind him as he strolled into the kitchen.

With a bright grin, I held up the plate and winked. “Perfect timing, as always. I swear the Shaw men can hear a fridge open from a mile away.”

Both chuckled as he sat in another empty chair at the island. Wyatt poured him a glass of orange juice and slid it across the countertop. Not even looking up from shoveling eggs into his mouth, his hand caught it and took a sip.