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“Do you like it?” she grinned. “Charlie thought it would be perfect for our wedding night. In fact, I have it in four other colors if you have a preference.”
“My preference,” he croaked, clearing his throat. “My preference is to have my wife naked beneath me.”
“Then I suggest you take it off,” she smiled.
Nate didn’t need to be told twice. He had her lying on their bed naked within seconds. Her smooth skin practically glowed in the dim light of the room. He stripped off his jacket and shirt, then dropped his pants, revealing his full length to her.
“You are everything I knew you would be,” she said breathlessly. “You’re so beautiful and perfect, Nate.”
“Honey, there is nothing more perfect than what I’m looking at. Do you want a condom, Harlow?”
“Condom? But we’re married.”
“Yes,” he smiled, “but I didn’t know if you wanted to try for a family right away. You need to remember that I’m a twin, and my father is a twin. They sort of run in our family in a big way.”
“Twins,” she grinned. “I think I might like twins. Maybe two sets like your grandmother. I want my children to know that they’re loved and they have siblings to rely on.”
“Then bare it is,” he grinned, lining the head of his cock to her warm, wet opening. As he inched inside her, she arched her back, making the most seductive noise he’d ever heard. She was fucking tight. Not virginal, but damn, she was tight.
“Nate,” she whispered breathlessly. “More, Nate. I need more of you.”
“Fuck yes,” he muttered, driving inside her.
It took him hours to explore her body the way he’d been dreaming of. When they were exhausted, he ran a warm bubble bath, and they soaked together, talking about their childhoods.
“It must have been wonderful having Mike with you while growing up,” she said, leaning back against his chest. He rubbed the loofah over her raw, sensitive nipples, watching as the bubbles popped one by one.
“It was,” he grinned. “But honestly, it was wonderful growing up with an entire group of kids who were our age. Our parents are amazing. I know a lot of people say that, but they’re truly the best. I’m lucky that I knew my grandparents, but I also had Mama Irene and Matthew. Plus, dozens of aunts and uncles, cousins. It’s an amazing place to grow up.”
“I hope our children get to grow up here,” she said, linking her fingers with his. “I want them to know how loved they are and cherished. I will never do to my children what my parents did to me. Never.”
“Baby, you don’t ever have to talk about that again.”
“But I do, Nate. I will have to give every horrible detail of it if we end up testifying or holding a press conference.”
He frowned behind her head, not sure he liked the idea of that at all. He already wanted to kill her parents and Morrison. If he had the names of the men who touched her, he’d be making a nice pile of bodies.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Come on. We’re both turning into prunes, and we need sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a very big day.”
Snuggled into their warm bed, she rolled into him, just like she had the first night. Only tonight, she was naked. Skin on skin with Nate. It was wonderful. The sounds of the night bayou echoed in the room. The call of owls, bullfrogs, and pelicans. There was a growl of a gator in the distance, but she only smiled.
“Nate? Thank you for loving me.”
“Oh, Harlow. How could I love anyone else? You were made for me.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“What do you mean the records are no longer there?” growled Justice Morrison. He’d bribed the young man at the NSA the first time and went back to the same, knowing he had enough debt to do just about anything.
“I mean, sir, there are no records accessible to me on Special Forces. None. Someone somewhere has changed everything, and I cannot access any of it. Nothing.”
“Who can change it?” asked Morrison.
“The president, sir. Only the president can order the change, and I don’t even know who he goes to in order to get it changed.”
Morrison ran his hand over the young man’s desk, swiping every last piece of paper onto the floor. Leaving his office, he slammed the door, storming down the hallway. The president. The fucking POTUS. He hated Morrison, knowing that he was trying to get into office. He wouldn’t help him. They had nothing, all because Judge couldn’t control his fucking daughter and secure his house.
Making his way out of the Maryland offices where cryptology was located, he made his way toward the wharf in Annapolis. Stepping inside the restaurant, he found his table and ordered a martini, dry with extra olives. He didn’t like to be kept waiting, which meant the men he was meeting had exactly thirteen minutes before he left.
