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“It’s beautiful,” I say, my heart swelling in my chest. “I can’t believe you went to all this trouble for me.”
“Of course, I did. Or I would have, if it had been trouble,” she says, wrapping her arm around my waist. “It actually wasn’t that hard. As long as you keep your enchanted land under a hundred square miles and base it on actual geography in some part of the world, it’s an intermediate spell.” She motions toward the castle. “The landscape ends over that last mountain there and behind this cliff, but there’s still plenty to explore. There’s a river to swim in, trees to climb, a maze in the forest, and…” She points to the cliff behind us, where there’s a second wooden door set into the rocks beside the door leading back into the basement. “A cave cottage of our very own with a big feather bed for us and a rocking crib behind a screen for Aurora.”
I cup her ass through her jeans, giving her bottom a squeeze as I whisper, “Tell me time moves more slowly here and we won’t be missed if we spend a few hours naked in that bed.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Sadly, no, but think of all the trouble we can get up to in thirty minutes. Assuming childbirth hasn’t broken me, I can come at least twice in that amount of time.”
“Childbirth hasn’t broken you,” I assure her.
“I know,” she says, worry creeping into her eyes. “But Casey said the first few times after she had Amy were pretty painful.”
“You’re not Casey. And, more importantly, I’m not her deplorable ex.”
She smiles. “No, you’re not. You’re not the least bit deplorable.” She backs toward the door, reaching for the handle with her eyes still locked on mine. “You’re one of my favorite people, in fact.”
“And you are…my world,” I whisper as we step inside the simple room, decorated with white-washed walls, heavy wooden furniture, and finely woven rugs that overlap on the floor, creating a sense of warmth and luxury. A flickering fireplace and a tall screen that shields the baby’s side of the room from ours complete the space. “It’s beautiful,” I say as Annie takes the baby gently from my arms, settles her into the wooden crib, and sets it to swaying.
But I’m not talking about the room. I only have eyes for my wife, the magnificent, sweet, stubborn woman who has made all my long-abandoned dreams come true. As she crosses the room again, I open my arms and she sways into them like she was made to fit there, right under my chin, with her cheek on my chest.
“I’ve missed this part so much,” she says, sliding her cool hands under my sweater.
“I’ve missed the sounds you make when my mouth is between your legs,” I murmur as her lips find mine, groaning low in my throat as she flicks open the top button on my jeans and draws the zipper down. Then her hand is down the front of my boxers, gripping me where I’m already hot and rock hard for her and things escalate rather quickly.
Maybe it’s the fact that it’s been two months since I’ve had my wife naked in my bed, maybe it’s the magic of this refuge she’s created, maybe it’s just that we were made for each other, made to be two halves of one whole, to be better together than we are apart. Whatever it is, within a few minutes, I’m buried balls deep in my sweet girl and she’s making those sounds that let me know I’m giving her what she needs.
“Goddess, Baron, yes,” she moans as I rock deeper, grinding against her clit at the end of each thrust. “You feel so good.”
“No pain?” I ask, though I already know the answer. I would know if she were in pain. By this point, I know her body as well as my own—better, even, because her body is a source of endless joy and fascination and the only body I ever want next to mine.
“No, none.” She wraps her legs tighter around my hips. “Just shiny, happy, sexy feelings. I’m going to write a song about them as soon as we’re done. Even though I’m tone deaf and can’t play a musical instrument to save my life.”
I grin against her lips as we kiss. “No one’s perfect. Not even you, my love. But fuck…” I cradle her head in my hand as our pace grows faster, more urgent. “You’re close, Annie. You’re so fucking close.”
“I am,” she says, her breath hitching. “So close, baby. Don’t stop, Baron. Don’t ever stop.”
I groan my agreement to that plan and clench my jaw, willing myself to hold on until I feel her pussy lock around my cock. The moment it does, her body pulsing hot and wet on my swollen length, I’m gone, lost in my wife, spilling every drop of come deep into her sweetness.
Chapter 19
Baron
Afterward, we lie catching our breath, holding hands as we stare at the swirls in the wooden planks on the ceiling and chatting about all the normal, everyday things that are my favorite things until Aurora awakens with an outraged squawk.
“Uh-oh, that sounds like the hungry squawk to me,” Annie says, propping up on the pillows at the head of the bed as I fetch our little girl from her crib.
“Indeed,” I say, grinning at Aurora’s incredulous expression as I carry her to her mother. “If she keeps eating like this, she’ll be in her new clothes in no time.”
Annie cradles the baby, helping her latch on and begin to nurse before leaning back against the pillows again. I watch them, wishing I were a painter so I could capture this moment on canvas forever—my two beautiful girls, in perfect harmony, with Annie’s breasts and cheeks still flushed pink from her orgasm and a shine in her eyes that’s just for me.
“Maybe we could stay a little longer,” she murmurs as I massage her ankles, a habit I developed in the last months of her pregnancy that still gives us both comfort. “Surely Blaire and Darcy will understand that feeding and changing a baby is a big job that takes time.”
“And care,” I agree. “You wouldn’t want to rush the feeding and end up with a hungry baby an hour later.”
“No, you wouldn’t.” She shifts the baby to her other breast. “Though I did just skip the mid-nursing burp. Does that make me a bad person?”
“Terrible,” I tease. “But it’s all right. I’ll make sure you pay for your sins.”
And I do. Once we burp Aurora and get her settled back in the swing with a toy to chew on, I make her mother come again and again, until she’s limp and boneless on top of me, begging me to stop pleasuring her before I wring her soul from her body.
