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“But you still need to talk to me,” she moans.
“Your store,” I say. “I think it was smart to hire someone. I think you should do it again, although maybe this time one of the cousins?”
“Cousins?” she moans heavily. “I don’t want a man running it. Not that he couldn’t. I just think lingerie and toys should be sold by a woman.”
Chuckling, I blow on her clit and listen to the way her breath hitches at the sensation of my cool breath against her warm and wet center. She’s wet, too, already fucking primed and without a doubt aching for relief. She’s not ready for it yet, but soon.
“There are girls in the family, sunshine. You just haven’t met them yet. They are in school, working jobs, living their lives.”
“What happens if this baby is a girl?” she asks, looking completely horrified.
I laugh softly, my fingers never stopping their gentle caress between her legs. “I’m close,” she exhales.
“We’re going to love this baby, girl or boy. It doesn’t matter.”
“But when she’s an adult, is she going to be forced to marry someone she doesn’t want?”
It’s a valid question, although I don’t think that either of us needs to worry about it right now, especially not when she’s close to coming and my fingers are between her sexy thighs. But I can understand the question, especially since she doesn’t know much about the family or the traditions yet.
“There is nothing to worry about, Allison,” I say, keeping my voice soft and gentle—even. “Our daughter can marry whomever she wants. Now, will you relax so I can make you come again? I want to watch your pussy find its climax.”
“God,” she moans. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
She’s close. Her entire body trembles. I can feel her ass clench against my chest, and fuck me, it’s hot as shit. I’m unable to keep my eyes off her pussy. It’s wet and she’s warm to the touch. And when she cries out as she comes, it’s fucking breathtaking, just like the rest of her.
Fucking spectacular.
ALLISON
Hendrick rolls to the side. I curl up into the comforter, pretending to be asleep. He murmurs something deeply, and then I hear him stand from the bed and walk out of the room. I’m not sure if I should be offended or not, but this is supposed to be our honeymoon, and he’s on the phone.
Rolling onto my back, I look up at the ceiling and wonder what could be so important that he needs to talk to the person tonight. Then I realize it is probably his father or one of his brothers.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed and decide I have to find out who he’s talking to. Jealousy is an ugly bitch, and I don’t think I can contain that part of me. At least not yet. I’ve been with too many men who were either married or just cheating bastards. And I’ve been the other woman, so karma is a bigger bitch than me. I’m not going to get caught slipping… ever.
I don’t bother putting any clothes on. I don’t need them. I know that nobody has come into this condo. I would have heard the alarm being turned off if they had. Moving through the hall, I make my way toward his office. I can hear Hendrick’s voice echoing, and I pause, my steps faltering at the sound of it.
This man, his deep voice, his sexiness, his confidence, it’s all mine now. Flicking my gaze down to my hand, I gaze at the ring on my finger. It’s stunning. Truly, it is. Every single person who comes into contact with me, who sees me walking down the street, they’re going to know I’m taken.
That I’m married.
That I belong to him.
Maybe I have changed. Because a couple of years ago, I would have been disgusted by the thought of belonging to any man. But I am not any longer. I love the fact that I am Mrs. Hendrick Hamilton. Just the thought is sexy as hell.
Moving toward his office, I see the back of his head as I stand in the doorway. He murmurs something, but I’m not listening to his words. I couldn’t care less. He’s just sexy as hell when he’s focused on his computers.
That sensation of my orgasm from a few hours ago has disappeared, and I’m ready for another one. I feel like I’m completely out of control. I want to climb into his lap and fuck him right here in his nerdy office.
He mutters something, then ends the call. I watch as he tosses the phone onto his desk, lifting his hand and running his fingers through his already messy hair, then he spins around, tilting his head back as his eyes look up at me.
“You followed me?” he asks.
Shaking my head once, I take a step forward. I climb onto his lap and grip his shoulders as I look down at him.
“I didn’t, not really,” I say. “You left the bed, and I just came looking for you. I didn’t even hear what you said. I just followed your voice,” I confess.
His lips twitch into a smile. Reaching out, he wraps his hands around my waist, his fingers gripping me there. “I’m going to be swamped with work for the next couple of weeks. Usually, I lock myself in this room and live off energy drinks.”
