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“I do. I really, really do. He, um… hasn’t said it back to me yet though.”
“Has he told you about how we came to adopt him?” I nod and she continues. “Then you know he’s only known hate, and while we loved him unconditionally it took him years to open up to us. Give him time. I saw the way he looks at you too. Believe me, with the love of a great man anything is possible."
“Thank you,” I tell her. Really taking in what she said. I stand up and she pulls me into her arms, and I swear she wears the same perfume my mom did. Coach signature. It wasn’t expensive when I saved up and bought it for her for Mother’s Day the year before she died.
“You look like you needed this,” she says, smiling warmly. "Remember your past doesn't define you. The present makes up for it and the future forgets. That's always the way of it."
“Thank you. Um… Can I help set the table or anything?” I ask when she releases me.
“Oh, Frannie’s already done that. Speaking of, Frannie!” she hollers and a few seconds later the girl from the restaurant walks into the room.
“Oh, my God! It’s you,” I exclaim rushing over to her. I throw my arms around her and hug her.
“It’s me. Who are you?” she says, her voice slightly accented.
“Uh, I’m the girl from behind the dumpster, remember?”
“Oh my God, that was you? You look so different. Happy.”
“I am happy. Thank you for calling in the cavalry,” I say laughing.
“No problem. There was no way I was leaving you there. No way in hell.”
“We should get together for coffee later this week. I am sure there are many things we have to discuss about these Roades boys.”
“You girls are going to be great friends,” Susan says, handing us each a platter to carry to the table.
“I am sure we will,” I say as we head into the dining room. The men stand as the three of us come into the room. Frannie sits down by Baron, and I take the empty seat by Marquise.
“Sit, eat,” Susan says as Marquise’s dad cuts the roast. “Chrissy, this is my husband Kiernan.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Senator.”
“Kieran, please,” he says sitting down. After dinner, Marquise and I head home. In the car I reach over and place my hand on his thigh.
“Marquise, I want to thank you,” I say, running my hand up and down his thigh.
“Thank me for what?” he asks.
“For letting me into your life. Meeting your parents. Literally picking me up and carrying me away from that dumpster and off the streets. For letting me love you. Any number of things,” I say as I slowly unzip his pants. Reaching inside I pull his cock out and stroke it. The damn thing is already half hard. My mouth waters in anticipation, but the large center console makes it impossible for me to safely take him into my mouth.
“You never have to thank me for that, Chrissy. Never,” he says, putting his hand on mine to still my movement. “Never.”
“Well, I just did. What are you going to do about it?” I ask, sassily.
“Wait ‘til we get home, little girl,” he growls, speeding up.
“Oh, I can’t wait, Daddy. I can’t wait at all.” Impatience is my middle name right now, but how sweet will the reward be? I can’t wait to find out.Chapter SeventeenMarquiseOne Week LaterDay Twenty-One“We...should...be...working.” she says, throwing her head back as I pound into her pussy. Laughing, I shake my head at her persistence that we behave when at work. Especially, given the fact that somehow every day we manage to fit in a quickie between my meetings and calls.
“Nothing will come between me and my pussy, baby. How many times do I have to tell you that?” I growl into her ear, then bite the side of her neck. Fuck, I love leaving my stamp on her. She rocks against me trying to bring me in deeper, but we both know I am never as deep as I am from behind her. Unfortunately, we don’t have time for that since I have a new client due in ten minutes. “Damn, baby. I wish I could suck your tits.”
“Oh hell, Marquise. We need to hurry up. Oh God. So good.” she pants, rocking faster to try and reach her peak. Knowing she is right, I rub her clit over and over relishing in the fact that she can’t hold in her cry of pleasure. “Harder, daddy. Rub harder. I’m almost there.” she practically screams. Even though I should be more concerned about us being at work as she screams my name, I don’t give a fuck.
“Is my good girl being bad right now?” I ask her.
“Yes. Just the way you like me. Marquise!” she squeals with my thumb sliding into her other hole. It always makes her come.
