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“I want to give special thanks to my son and my daughter-in-law, Luke and Rose LeBlanc,” his mother continued. “Without them, I don’t know if I could’ve handled such a stressful election season.”
Applause filled the room, and as the pair reached the rest of their family, Luke’s mother shifted Eden into his arms. He took his daughter gently and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He looked to Rose, who took Eden’s small hand and leaned in to kiss her cheek. Eden smelled like lavender, and when she looked up at Luke with bright blue eyes, he couldn’t stop smiling.
***
As he stepped out of the elevator just outside the penthouse room he and Rose had rented, he felt like he was walking on air. Finally, everything had come together. His life was back on track, and it was like the four years he’d spent away from Rose had never happened.
She’d gone up to their room a little earlier; she’d said she’d wanted to get ready, and he’d had to stop himself from contemplating what that could mean to keep his thoughts from getting too carried away while he’d been surrounded by a crowd of people. His parents and Eden had left just before Rose had gone upstairs, but Luke had gotten caught in a series of conversations with acquaintances and his mother’s friends that had lasted longer than he’d anticipated. He was more than ready to spend the rest of the evening alone with his wife.
He pushed open the bedroom door and froze. He took in the low lighting and the glass sitting beside a full bottle of chardonnay on the dresser, and then his eyes fell on Rose. She wore the black lace underwear he’d gotten her to replace the pair he’d ripped, a corset in the same color, and her satin robe and red heels. She sat on the chaise with an arm resting over its back, her hair hanging loose in waves around her shoulders. As Luke admired the way the robe clung to her curves through her bodice, he slipped off his suit jacket and laid it on the dresser beside the bottle. He closed the door and left his shoes in front of it. A mischievous grin slid onto his lips. Rose stood and started toward him, and he watched her move, taking in every twist of her hips. He already felt the blood rushing from his head and moving downward, and he wanted to rip off her clothes and kiss every last inch of her.
“How was the rest of the party?”
“I’ve already forgotten.”
Rose paused at his side. She laid her hands on his shoulders and began to massage them. Luke sighed contentedly under her touch as he slid his arms around her and pulled her close.
“You’re very good at making me forget everything but you.”
“You think so?” She leaned up and kissed him gently.
He laid a hand on the small of her back, keeping her close as he savored the softness of her lips. “You look gorgeous,” he mumbled as his other hand skimmed her waist.
She laughed softly. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She rubbed his shoulders and down to his chest, flicking open the buttons at the top of his shirt as she went. Her lips brushed over his jaw and his neck, and he groaned softly, his grip on her tightening.
“Do you want some wine?” Rose muttered. “I ordered your favorite.” She nipped at his neck just below his jaw. His skin burned beneath her lips.
“I’d love some, thank you. But let me get it. You can get comfortable.”
She kissed his skin once more and then turned away, sashaying toward the chaise, and his eyes drank her in as he reached out to give her ass a light squeeze before she was out of range. He grabbed the bottle from the dresser, popped it open, and filled the glass beside it quickly before joining Rose on the chaise. He couldn’t hold back a smile—he recognized the look in her eyes that meant she was mentally undressing him.
“Would you like a drink?” Luke purred. He held out the glass to her, and his eyes drifted over her body, which was hugged tightly by her corset and the other thin pieces of clothing that barely covered her.
Rose shook her head. “No thank you.”
Luke raised a brow, wondering why she wasn’t interested and why she’d only left out one glass. He took a sip, and as the dry wine touched his tongue, he understood. Rose had always preferred sweet wines. He supposed he should’ve expected that she wouldn’t want to join him in drinking this, but he’d been too distracted by the sight of her to think straight.
Her fingertips drifted up his thigh, and he shuddered at her touch. He set his glass on the table beside him and laid his hand on Rose’s cheek as he leaned close to kiss her slowly. He wanted to savor every second of this. Every day that he woke up beside her, it was like a dream, and he was finally starting to accept that that incredible feeling wasn’t going to end. Every kiss melted him a little more, and he was determined to give her enough of them to make up for the time they’d lost.
Her lips moved against his with unrestrained passion, and he kissed her back hungrily as she climbed onto his lap and her fingers grazed his inner thighs through his pants. He growled low in his throat and slid his hand down to give her ass a squeeze. She moaned softly and made quick work of the rest of his shirt’s buttons.
“I want you,” he breathed against her lips.
Rose let out another quiet moan and began to rub him through his pants. He bit the inside of his cheek hard.
“Well, I need you,” she whispered.
Luke’s breath caught in his throat—he hadn’t processed exactly how aroused he’d become until he found his hips rocking toward her touch, his cock aching against his restricting clothes. He pushed her robe off her shoulders, and she let it fall to the carpet. In one fluid motion, he flipped their positions to lay her on the chaise and climb over her, and he knew lust had to be as apparent in his eyes as it was in hers.
“I love it when you’re feeling like this,” he muttered. He leaned close and pressed his body to hers, and her legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed along the porcelain skin of her neck. He rocked forward again. A low groan rolled from her throat.
“I need you so badly,” she breathed.
Luke grinned and worked his lips along her neck for a moment longer before speaking. “Do you?”
“Yes!” Her nails bit into his back as she wrapped her legs around him and pressed her hips harder against his.
“You have no idea… how much… I enjoy it…” he muttered into her neck between kisses and gentle bites. “…spending every day with you… having you all to myself…” He slid a hand between her legs, and he felt the wetness building through the thin lace of her underwear. He rubbed her slowly.
