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Her hands found their way back into his hair. He’d normally admonish a sub for touching him without his permission. But Freya wasn’t a normal submissive. There were tendencies there he’d draw out over the next year. But not at the start of whatever this was between them. She fisted her hands in his hair and ground her cunt against his mouth.
The sounds she made echoed in the kitchen and drove him wild. He ached to fuck her. To slide inside her drenched heat and lose himself.
And he was no longer playing. Her gasps and cries rose as he drove her body toward climax.
“Jasper,” she sobbed, undulating as she pleaded for release.
He bit down on her swollen clit. Her mouth dropped open as she wailed. Her back arched. And her pussy clamped down and spasmed on his thrusting fingers as she came.
He kept thrusting his fingers inside her, riding out the waves of her climax until her body settled and she sighed. Only then did he withdraw his fingers. He sucked them into his mouth, cleaning them of her essence, unwilling to let a single drop go to waste.
And then he rose, reaching for the back pocket of his jeans and his wallet that had a condom in it.
“Mama.” Maddie’s sad little voice came through the baby monitor.
Freya tensed and bolted upright, clutching at her nightgown. “I need to—”
He stepped back, giving her space, noting the panic on her face. The last thing he would do was push her or take away her choice after she spent so long with someone who mistreated her. He knew he had to be careful, or she would shut down and withdraw. That was the last thing he wanted.
“Go.”
“But you…I mean—”
She was worried about him. He would have laughed if his jeans weren’t currently strangling his cock. “Just go take care of Maddie. I will be fine.”
“Thank you, um, goodnight.” She hastened away the moment she fixed her nightgown.
Jasper watched her hurry from the kitchen. Her taste remained on his tongue. His cock pulsed. And he’d thought a taste might ease his fascination with her.
But bloody hell, he’d been dead wrong with his supposition. Her open, passionate responses engaged the entirety of his being.
She was in his blood. Every part of him hungered to taste her again, to take her. Because his soul roared: mine.
14
All morning long, every time he glanced at Freya, she blushed. God help him, he found it cute. He knew what she sounded like when she came. The memory of those breathy moans followed him into the shower last night and again this morning when he stroked one out to alleviate the ache left behind at being interrupted.
But he stopped working and joined his girls in the kitchen for lunch. Freya made club sandwiches and spinach salad for the two of them, with mac and cheese and apples for Maddie. She hummed happily in her highchair, stuffing her face.
“You know, I was thinking. We should swim this afternoon. It’s hot enough out.” And the rest of the clothes from Bloomingdale’s had been delivered this morning. He knew there were a few swimsuits in the mix. He wanted to see her golden body in a skimpy bikini.
Plus, he’d been sure to order a few suits for Maddie, along with floaties and pool toys for her.
“Maybe. Let’s see how she’s doing after her nap.”
“No nap.”
“Yes, darling girl, you’re going to take a nap. In fact, we both might take a nap since you were fussy all night long.”
“Is it normal for her to have trouble sleeping like she did last night?”
“She’s just getting used to the new bed and new house. Anytime we had to move, it took her a week or so to really get comfortable. It’s totally natural with kids her age. Give it another week. By then, she’ll love it here and be sleeping soundly most nights.”
“Got it.” That was a relief.
The doorbell rang. Freya jolted and eyed him with suspicion.
“Relax. I’ll go see who it is.” He hated spying the fear in her eyes. She didn’t trust him not to throw her to the wolves.
