He brushes his free hand against the outside of my thigh as he thrusts his fingers into me harder and faster. “You have no fucking clue, princess.”
There it is again. Princess. He definitely called me princess earlier.
His eyes are locked on mine, and his breathing changes to something deeper, as his jaw works itself tighter. He’s trying to restrain himself. He’s trying to hold back.
I lift my hips and grind against the bulge in his pants, coaxing the wild out of him.
Hard and heavy, his lips part over mine, and with a long, feral growl, he kisses me like a match has been lit, like a volcano that’s about to erupt.
“You’re my filthy little princess, aren’t you?”
I pant and whine as I lift my hips again, grinding against his touch. “I need it! Please fuck me!”
He kisses me harder, his teeth scraping against my bottom lip. “Stop giving me permission to disrespect you.” He leans into the lobe of my ear as he thrusts his thick fingers deeper. “You wouldn’t like all the ways I’d disrespect your body.”
My thighs clench, my stomach tightens, my eyes roll back, and I come… hard!
“That’s right, princess. Come all over my hand. Let me have it.” His voice is so low that I feel it vibrating through me as I convulse and twist beneath his heavy frame.
I’ve barely come down from the high when he pulls his fingers from inside of me and licks them clean with the hungry groan of a man that’s losing his mind.
“Christ, you taste good.” He leans in and growls against my lips as he kisses me slowly, my wrist pinned against the mattress.
My breasts ache, and though I’ve just released, my pussy is greedy for more.
Cash kisses his way down my chest and onto each nipple, sucking up with a pressure that drives a new beat between my legs.
“I didn’t know I was letting such a danger into the house,” he groans, kissing my stomach before standing from the bed, his cock still erect.
“At least let me suck you off.”
He shakes his head and steps forward, his index finger under my chin as he draws my gaze up to his. “You have noidea how badly I want to feel that tight, warm pussy and fill that pretty little mouth of yours with come, but,” he growls and readjusts his full, hard cock as though he’s struggling to say no, “just lay with me.”
He doesn’t wait for my response. He climbs into bed and pulls me onto his chest, like it’s natural, like I’m where I belong.
How is this happening? I lay my head against his chest and catch my breath as I try not to let all this go to my head.
It’s nothing. It’s one moment of weakness. It’s not a ticket to a wedding by the lake or a baby in a carriage.
I close my eyes and breathe in his masculine scent. Pine, cedar, some other kind of deep, woodsy smell that makes me feel safe.
“We shouldn’t cuddle like this for long,” I whisper, nearly asleep. “The kids—”
“Ten minutes,” he says, sleepily stroking my lower back. “Ten minutes and I’ll go back to my room.”
“Ten minutes,” I repeat, my eyelids heavier and heavier, until finally, I’m asleep in the arms of a man I shouldn’t be sleeping with.
Chapter Six
Cash
I wake up to the sound of footsteps and a tiny little hand pushing my shoulder. “Dad, why are you sleeping in Ms. V’s room? Did she have a bad dream?” Cora climbs into bed next to me, cuddling under my free arm.
This is going to be a problem. I can’t believe I didn’t leave the room last night, though I’d wager to say that was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years.
“Yeah,” Violet says, tucking her long dark hair behind her ear as she sits up from the bed. “I had a dream that this big, hairy giant snuck into my room and watched me.”
I glance toward Violet and grin. “A giant, huh?”
