Page 46 of Cursed with Fortune


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“You feel amazing.” Her soft voice whispered in my ear.

“This is amazing. Us, together.”

“Yesssss,” she hissed and wrapped herself around me, digging her sharp nails into my back.

I fought against the urge to pump my hips faster, wanting to make love to her; I wanted to savor each stroke, breath, gasp and moan. I dropped my forehead to hers and gave myself over to the raw emotion.

No words, only hard breaths, moans and gasps fill the room. And together, we found a climax.

Laying there spent in each other’s arms, I could see a future with this woman. Once we were breathing normally, I broke the silence.

“Ralph came by.”

“So I can get dressed and we can go out?” Her eyes danced with happiness.

“If that’s what you’d like.”

“It is.”

Pressing a kiss to her lips, I smiled. “Your new clothes are in the spare room.”

Laughter escaped me as I watched her trying to untangle herself from sheets, arms, and legs, before running from the room like a small child.

“Holy cats! Oh! Oh my! Frank!” Pricilla yelled as though our house caught on fire and I followed her voice, leaning on the doorjamb, watching as she went through the racks of clothing brought over for her.

“Do you see all this?”

“I see it, Cilla.”

“What should I wear? Oh! Frank, what’s your favorite color?”

“It’s not a popular one.”

“What is it?” She spun to face me, her skin glistening in the light.

“Brown.”

Her eyes lit up, and she turned to face a rack, flipping through the outfits and pulling out something brown.

“I’ll wear this.” She took her time donning the garment before looking back at me. “Go get dressed silly!”

“Don’t you want to bathe?”

“We already did.”

“But then we…”

“Oh.” She bit her lip and giggled. “I, uh, crave being covered in my mate’s scent.” Her hips swung seductively as she walked towards me. “Do you mind?”

A rich chuckle rose from my chest. “Not at all. I enjoy being covered in your scent, too.”

“Well. Now that we’ve settled that. Go get dressed!” She clapped her hands.

Laughing, I headed to my room to do as my woman wanted. Slacks, button up, business casual. She would like me to dress in that style. I laughed as I got dressed. I wouldn’t know that term at all if one of my best friends wasn’t a fashion designer. He’d insisted that Vincent and I had to be educated about it. And not dressed like hobos.

Vincent taught us about gems and metals, and I taught them about wood and furniture. Last year, Ralph found the love of his life in a chef he’d hired because he hated cooking. Robin makes him so happy, and now I have Pricilla, so I understand how he feels.

“I’m ready.” Her sweet voice pulled me from my thoughts.

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