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“That’s ridiculous—”

I cut her off with a kiss. “Stop talking, and sit on my dick, wife,” I growl.

A shudder runs through her body when I run the tip along her pussy lips. Riley wraps her hands around my neck and positions herself over me. I brace my hands on her hips.

“Watch me make you mine, wife,” I demand.

I slowly slide her down onto me, and the jolt of electricity that rockets through me gets me every fucking time. I haven’t worn a condom with her ever since the first time I took her raw in my office. While I manage to pull out every time, a piece of me wants to drench her pussy with my cum.

“Keep your eyes open,” I order when her eyelids begin to slip shut. Her eyes spring open and she gives her full attention to my cock as it makes her mine.

“Good girl,” I murmur. “Ride me, Riley.”

She begins a slow, steady movement of her hips. She rises and falls on me over and over. My eyes are glued to the way she moves, taking me like a fucking champ. I cup the back of her neck and pull her to me for a kiss. I want to consume every part of her. Not just for today, either.

Our bodies are merely conduits for the ways in which we’re compatible.

“I’m coming,” she pants against my lips, her hips moving wildly.

“Come all over my dick,” I tell her. As if my statement was exactly what she needed to let go, her inner walls begin trembling. They squeeze me, milking me for my orgasm. Yet, I fight like hell to hold off until her orgasm passes.

When it does, I lift Riley until she’s completely off of me and place her onto her back. Riley immediately cups her breasts, pushing them together around my cock. I can’t hold off any longer as the orgasm tears through me.

Jets of my cum fall onto her chest, lower chin, and lip. I swear a secondary orgasm sparks off at the sight of Riley licking my cum off of her lip. She finishes off by sitting up and taking my cock into her mouth to squeeze out the last droplets.

While watching her throat move from the work of swallowing my semen, the only thing I can think is,I’m going to fucking keep her.

CHAPTER37

Riley

I inhale a deep breath when I see the number on my screen.

It’s Dean Walsh. The bastard has been on the run the past few weeks since that press conference. He’s got balls calling me.

“Riley, are you all right?” Patience, Kyle’s mother, asks as we exit the Good Society Community Center. His mother, aunts, and grandmother founded the community center years ago, but changed the name so that it wouldn’t be too closely linked with Townsend Industries.

For the past two months since meeting Kyle’s parents, I’ve volunteered at the community center in partnership with the Girls on the Move program.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I lie to my mother-in-law. “Just a call from work.” She knows about the nonsense with Dean, as does everyone in the family. But I don’t want to worry her.

Patience frowns. “Kyle is not making you work on weekends, is he?”

“No, nothing like that.”

Her smile is wide. “Good. Since you came into his life, his father and I have noticed how much less time he spends at work.”

“I’m sorry. Eve insists that we all have dinner together in the evenings, and for some reason, he can’t say no to her.”

Patience raises an eyebrow. “I wasn’t saying that his working less is a bad thing. The amount of time he spent at the office used to concern me. He got his workaholic tendencies from his father.”

“Well, it’s paid off seeing as how he’s worked his way up to such an important role in such a short period of time.”

She nods thoughtfully. “But business isn’t everything. I think he’s finally figured that out.” She waves as she heads to the car waiting or her.

I turn to head toward my car.

“Oh, Riley?”

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