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She grinned. “I wanted to suck your dick in the car the night we got into an argument.”
I caressed her cheek. “You were fighting us.”
“Franco, how could I fall in love with the man who held me captive?”
My lips tipped up at one end. “Because we enjoy each other’s company. When we aren’t arguing, we have great chemistry. And we love kissing each other.” My lips pressed against her cheek.
“We do,” she purred.
“This mouth drives me nuts,” I admitted.
She stuck her tongue out. “Face it, Franco, you met your match.”
“I have, sweetheart.” I picked up her drink and placed it in her hand.
“Go to the dining room and wait for me. I’ll clear the men from this floor.”
She smiled. “Ok.”
I poured whiskey into a crystal glass as I watched her walk out of the room.
A wicked grin sparked my lips. I drank the whiskey in one gulp.
My future wife was worried if we were sexually compatible. What would she do if we weren’t? I’d have to show her just how sexually earth-shattering we were.
New drink in hand, I sauntered toward the atrium. My brows lowered. Saro wasn’t at his post.
“Franco,” Kennedy called out.
Making my way to her, I noticed there wasn’t a man standing near the balcony door leading to the backyard.
I entered the dimly lit dining room and almost dropped my whiskey. The large chandelier was off. The light fixtures in the four corners of the room were the perfect amount of light to take in her beauty. Kennedy sat on the edge of the mahogany wooden table naked. Hands braced on the table; her fingers curled over the edge. Kennedy’s cinnamon legs crossed at the ankles. A devilish smile hung on those pretty lips.
“I walked toward the kitchen, removing my robe. Vigo looked away. I told him to clear the floor. When the robe hung on my fingertips, I think he understood what was about to happen.”
“Where’s the robe and the rest of your clothes?” I growled.
I dropped the robe on the floor in the kitchen, then dumped my tank and shorts...” She peeked to the left. “...in your chair at the head of the table.”
My eyes roved every inch of her beautiful skin. Her breasts, the size of grapefruits, were the perfect size for my large hands. I couldn’t stop marveling at Kennedy’s brown skin. Her skin was so vivid under the soft lights.
“Do you plan to breast feed our child?”
She laughed. “We don’t even know if we can have kids.”
“Humor me, baby.”
“Yes.”
I grinned. “After you're done breastfeeding the baby, I’ll drink from your breasts.”
Her lips formed and O. Lust was evident in her eyes. “Franco, I’d like that.”
“I want three or four children. How many do you want?”
She tilted her head to the side. “Two. A boy and a girl or two boys.”
I took a step closer. “Two boys and a girl. I’m hoping for a boy first.”
