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I take a few moments, making sure I don’t come on the spot, before lifting and finding her eyes. “Twenty-five minutes,” I muse, circling into her, watching her face as I do. “What I could do to you in twenty-five minutes.”
She lifts her head and claims me, and I am all hers, our kiss quickly falling into the realms of manic, as I pump my hips and Beau meets every advance on endless whimpers. “Twenty-four minutes,” she gasps, digging her nails into my scarred back. I grunt, slamming into her deep and high, before pulling out, making her yell her annoyance.
“Shhh,” I say, putting a palm over her mouth and kissing my way down her stomach. I hook my other arm under her knee and lift it, opening her up to me, and cover her glistening flesh with my mouth, licking in one, long, firm stroke up her pussy. Her cry is muffled, her back jacked up off the bed. “More?” I ask against her skin, not waiting for her to answer, flicking the end of her clit with my tongue. She grabs my hand over her mouth and pushes it farther into her, forcing me to stifle her sounds of pleasure. “Twenty-three,” I growl, lapping, kissing, biting, licking. My God, she tastes incredible, smells divine, as I lick her out, thorough, hard, soft. She stiffens, and I pull away, releasing her leg and removing my hand from her mouth, flipping her over onto her knees, taking her hair and pulling her head back. Sweating, I look down at her arse, smooth my palm over her skin. Slap it. Her shoulder blades pull in, but she doesn’t make a sound.
I take my cock, gritting my teeth as I guide it to her pussy, inhaling when I sink in, looking up to the ceiling, absorbing the incredible feeling of her hot, wet walls drawing me in. I puff out my cheeks. Take her hips. And slowly start to drive into her.
She moans, groans, whimpers, her head turning one way, then the other, her fingers clawing into the sheets. I keep my pace meticulous and slow, watching her, every bit of her, her face turned out, turned in, her scarred arm.
Reaching forward, I place my fingertip at the top of her back, watching her shoulder blades pull in again as I drag it down the center of her spine. She reaches back with her hand, and I grab it, squeezing, threading my fingers through hers before releasing so she can support herself with two arms again. “Beau, baby, you look incredible.”
A groan.
She’s close.
And I need to see her face.
I pull out, turning her quickly onto her back, and spread myself all over her, sliding in while sliding my hands up the inside of her arms over her head, lacing our fingers, clenching, kissing her, rolling my hips.
She inhales sharply, her tongue circling mine becoming faster.
Closer.
I grind harder.
“James,” she murmurs, releasing my lips and throwing her head back.
“Say my name,” I order.
“James.”
I pump harder. “Again.”
“James!”
Sweat beads plummet from my forehead. “And again.”
She looks at me, grates her teeth, reaches for my hair, and pulls my face down to her. “James,” she murmurs calmly, her hips lifting, my cock plunging, and I twitch, hissing through my teeth, forcing my eyes to remain open to watch her come with me, every part of her beneath me tense as we still, watching each other sustain the intensity.
She cries out, and I gasp, releasing her hands, flexing some life back into them, still fucking coming. “Fucking hell,” I whisper, closing my eyes briefly as Beau pushes my wet hair off my face. I exhale, collapsing onto one forearm, head hanging, my breathing labored. It takes me a few moments to find the energy to pull out and roll to my back beside her, the cool air hitting my front welcome. I drop my head to the side and reach for her breast, circling her nipple. “I love you,” I whisper hoarsely.
She smiles, turning onto her side, and starting at my shoulder, she drags light fingertips down my chest. “Broken, fixed, happy, sad,” she whispers.
“Are you okay?” I ask, shuddering under her touch, loving the smudge of mascara under her eyes from her sweat.
“No,” she breathes, crawling up my chest and straddling me. “I’m perfect.” She dips and kisses me, just as Georgie yells from her bedroom. I drop my head to look at the monitor. She’s kicking, thrashing, has woken up full of beans. And I can’t wait to get my hands on her again. I take Beau’s hips and move her to the side, getting up and pulling on some boxers, pacing through the villa to her room. The moment I’m looming over her crib, she stills and finds me. Takes me in.
“Hey there, princess,” I say quietly.
And she starts thrashing again, arms and legs. I laugh and scoop her up, getting her in the crook of my right arm. She immediately latches onto my bicep, dribbling all over me. Definitely teething on the way—everything within range goes into her mouth.
I take her back into the bedroom. Beau’s got her knickers on, propped up against the headboard, her phone in her hand. She drops it the moment Georgie and I arrive, arms up, making grabby hands. “That’s Mummy,” I muse. “Remember her?”
Beau snorts. “Give her to me.”
“No.” I prop myself next to her and bend my knees, laying Georgie on them. Beau tucks herself into my chest.
“Make her laugh,” she demands, prompting me to reach for the squeaky ball on the nightstand. This two-dollar piece of crap from the beach is the funniest thing since sliced bread according to our daughter.
