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“No problem. You need a break—let’s go out for dinner.”
“Can I tell you about a breakthrough I found first?”
She’s so excited. There’s no way I can burst her bubble. “Go ahead.”
She points to the photo on top with three strings connected to it.
“Todd Cockburn is a suspect?” He’s a pit boss at the casino. The only way his hands are ever dirtied is by money.
“He was in the US during the murder and—wait for it—he worked at the same Fellowship casino as my mother in Biloxi, Mississippi. The timing is off. I haven’t worked that part out yet but they would’ve been coworkers before I was born.”
I hate being her killjoy. “Your mother didn’t work for The Fellowship. Don’t you remember Dad saying he tried to convince her to come to work for him?”
“You’re wrong. I pulled her employment records. She worked at a Fellowship casino when your grandfather was leader. Thane didn’t meet her until after she left and was working for a non-Fellowship casino.”
That changes things. “Very interesting discovery.”
“I have Debra to thank for that tidbit. I’d like you to meet her. She could be a huge asset against The Order.”
My wife is remarkable. “You may not have been born into The Fellowship but you are destined to be one of us. No question about it.”
“I’m supposed to have a girls’ night out with Lorna, Westlyn, and a few of their friends Tuesday night. I want to suggest going to the casino.”
I know my wife. She doesn’t have to tell me what going to the casino means. She wants to question Todd Cockburn.
She arches her right brow. “Your thoughts?”
“You’re a card counter. We don’t allow your kind in the casino. It’s bad for business. I’m sure you understand.”
She grins. “I won’t be there for the cards.”
I’m not a huge fan of her interrogating Todd. “Have Debra question him.”
“What would be the fun in that?”
She truly enjoys the chase. I suppose I can concede and allow her a little entertainment since I know questioning Cockburn will prove fruitless. “You and the lasses enjoy your blackjack game. And don’t break the casino, please.”
* * *
Bleu holds the foot of the mattress for balance as she kicks out of her heels. When she’s finished, she comes to me and lifts her hair so her zipper is exposed. “Want to help me out of this?”
I lower her zipper but she doesn’t let her dress fall as I’d hoped. She holds the top and walks into the closet.
Damn, I hope that’s a sign she’s changing into something sweet and sassy. That’s what I have a craving for tonight.
I’m almost finished brushing my teeth when Bleu comes into the bathroom.
Hell, yes! She’s wearing the ivory slip gown with the ruffles—one of my all-time forever favorites. “I love seeing you in that.”
“Which is why I chose it.”
I finish my nightly routine before Bleu but I don’t leave the bathroom to get into bed. I stay so I can watch her.
Preparing for bed together is an odd thing for me to covet but I have since before Bleu became my wife. It’s something I’ve never shared with any other woman so I suppose that’s why it feels special.
“What are you doing?” The foam of the toothpaste spatters around her lips. It makes me want to kiss the minty bubbles away.
“You know what I’m doing.”
She rinses and spits. “Right. Because this is so sexy.”
It runs a close second to the way her silky gown clings to her curves. “You already know I think it is.”
She shakes her head and giggles. “My sweet, darling Breck. You’ll use anything as an excuse to get turned on.”
That needs clarification. “Aye, but only when it comes to you.”
I move to stand behind Bleu. I kiss her bare shoulder, watching our reflections as she melts against me. I brush her hair away from her neck, my mouth leaving a trail of kisses to that sweet spot below her ear.
She tries to twist in my arms but I hold her firm. I suck her earlobe into my mouth while gliding my hand around her waist. I lower it so my hand cups her crotch, my fingers circling her through the satiny fabric.
I flatten my palm against the center of her back and push. “Bend over.”
She lowers her upper body and holds the vanity, palms flat. She sways her hips from side to side so she’s rubbing her bum over my growing bulge. I use my foot to tap each of her inner ankles. “Spread your feet.”
I push the back of her nightgown upward. She grasps the front holding it in place with her clenched fist.
I palm her satin-clad bum. I glide my fingers through the part of her thighs and rub the crotch of her knickers. She’s already wet. That makes me very happy. And hard.
I clench the waist of her knickers in my fist and pull them down her legs. They become a pile on the floor.
My fingers glide through her slick cleft. She rhythmically shifts her hips, rocking against my hand.
I’ve come to know my wife’s body well. This will be short-lived. She’ll come quickly.
With my free hand, I reach for her chin. I grasp it, forcing her to watch our reflections in the mirror. “Look at me. I want to see your face when you come.”
Bleu opens her mouth and sucks two of my fingers inside. She bites them firmly but not hard enough to cause pain.
Her eyes close. “Bonny. I want those baby blues on me.”
Her lids flutter open and I recognize the growing frenzy on her face. Her climax is close.
She sucks harder. Her subdued moan vibrates in her mouth against my fingers. I ache to see the outward reactions of her inner body imploding with ecstasy. There isn’t a damn thing I enjoy seeing more.
Watching Bleu come like this is intense. It’s arousing as hell. My cock throbs, prepared to do whatever it takes to be inside her.
I one-handedly push my sleep pants down. I guide my tip to her warm, wet entrance. I enter slowly, giving her a moment to acclimate to the position. “Good?”
She releases the suction on my fingers. Her eyes are still watching mine. “Yes. And now I want to watch you come.”
I grasp her hips and guide them in counteraction. We master the motion and speed the rhy
thm. This position allows me to get inside her deep and fast.
I slow because my orgasm is building. I try to prolong it but it’s useless. Bonny feels too good.
She watches my face intently when I grip her hips and thrust urgently. “Come inside me. Deep and hard.”
Fuck. Her words are my undoing.
I fill her with a part of myself until nothing’s left. When I finish, I’m spent and empty.
I lean forward and press my forehead to her back. “My sweet Bonny. When we met, all I wanted to do was fuck you. I daydreamed about it day and night. I fantasized about the ways I would do it. This one was at the top of my list.”
“You got your way.”
“Somewhere in the midst of envisioning all the ways I’d have you, I got greedy and wanted you to love me.”
“Again, you got your way.”
I pull out and she twists in my arms. I squeeze her tight, lifting her to sit on the vanity. She drapes her arms around my shoulders and wraps her legs around my waist.
“You always make love to my mind and fuck the hell out of my body. Never stop.”
“Not a chance.”
I kiss her quickly. “Come. I have something I want to show you.”
I’m nervous as I lead her to the bedroom and fetch a paper from inside the top drawer of the nightstand.
We sit on the side of the bed. “I’ve been researching fertility clinics and I think I’ve found a good fit.”
“You’ve been searching for a fertility clinic without me?” A deep V appears between her brows as she narrows her eyes at me.
Uh-oh. She’s pissed.
“Nothing in-depth—just a little simple Internet search in my spare time.”
Her scowl doesn’t improve as she reaches for the folded printout. “Let me take a look.”
I give her the sheet and point to the one at the top. “I found several potentials but this one in London has the highest success rate.”
According to what Bleu has told me, we’ll need the most highly skilled physicians available. “Most clinics I found typically have a success rate somewhere in the thirties, up to forty percent. This facility’s standard averages around fifty-eight percent.”
