“You need me,” she says against my mouth.
“Always,” I groan. She pulls back, grabbing the front of my shirt and tugging me. I let her lead me across the kitchen into the butler’s pantry. She’s taking the lead, and I want to see where this goes.
Mable pushes me up against the wall. My brows rise. “Gorgeous?”
She doesn’t answer. Just sinks to her knees in front of me, her hands already at my belt, working the buckle with her delicate fingers. I reach for her, meaning to pull her up, but she bats my hand away and looks up at me with a cheeky, playful smile, nothing like the careful girl I first met. I’m fucking thrilled that she feels safe enough to not be so careful when it comes to me.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking care of my man.”
I let her, watching as she yanks my belt open, the button next, before the zipper slides down. I know she’s not moving slowly, teasing. No, she doesn’t need to; half a second is too long for me when it comes to her.
Mable’s fingers grip the top of my boxer briefs and tug them down. My cock springs free. She wraps one of her small hands around me, making me groan.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she tells me. She’s trying to kill me with her innocence.
“Beautiful, you can do anything you want to me, and it will be perfect,” I reassure her because it’s true. It’s not as though I’ve had a blow job before.
Tactically, at first, she flicks the tip, a slow drag of her tongue that makes my hips jerk forward. Then the whole world stops as her mouth wraps around the head of my cock. A groan rips from me.
She takes me in deeper, and my fingers tighten in her hair, not guiding, just holding on. The need to touch her isoverwhelming. I love all of it. Every stroke, her tongue flattening against my underside, her cheeks hollowing out when she sucks hard. I groan her name.
I can’t not watch her, even if it’s only going to make me come sooner.
The sight of her on her knees for me, eyes closed, dark lashes brushing her cheeks, her mouth wrapped around my cock, pleasing me is enough to bring me to my knees.
She finds a rhythm and starts working me faster. I feel a tingle in the base of my spine, my release coming, approaching the edge.
I jerk back suddenly, and she makes a small sound of protest, a pout forming on her swollen lips. She licks them. “Wells, I wasn’t done, I?—”
“Need to be inside you.” The words come out guttural, barely recognizable. “Need to come inside you.”
She doesn’t protest when I lift her and carry her, her body sliding against the island in the middle of the pantry. I sweep aside jars and boxes with one arm, not caring what breaks, set her on the edge, shove her skirt up, and yank her panties to the side. The urgent need I have for her presses down hard on me. She’s soaked for me. My girl is always ready to take me.
I push inside in one stroke, and we both groan, the sound echoing in the small space. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and I drive into her with the same desperation I felt at the office, the same fear that she’s temporary, that I’ll lose her, that I don’t deserve to keep her.
“Look at me,” I demand, and she does, her eyes unfocused and filled with desire, her lips parting. “Stay with me.Stay.”
“I’m here,” she gasps, and her nails dig into my shoulders, anchoring us both. “I’m here, Wells. I’m not going anywhere.”
I fuck her harder, the island edge digging into my hips, her body taking everything I give. She was made just for me thesame as I was made for her. When she comes, it’s with my name pouring from her lips, her body tightening around me until I follow, spilling into her with a groan that sounds like a prayer.
I keep myself planted inside of her until I’m sure she’s taken every last drop of me, my cock nudged right up against her womb.
Then I collapse on top of her, not giving her all my weight but enough to keep her pinned under me. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in.
Mable’s fingers trace lazy patterns down my spine, unhurried, content.
“Welcome home,” she whispers.
I don’t answer. I’m already thinking about the ring, about making this permanent, about putting a baby in her so she can never leave.
I don’t care what kind of bastard that makes me… I’ll do what I have to. She’ll rule at my side, or I won’t rule at all.
Chapter Nineteen
MABLE
