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“Then let’s gather in the council chamber.”
Dr. Harlow asked, “Who are we telling?”
“Only the males who absolutely need to know,” Quantum said, a relief to Seer that he was mindful of those things.
“You got it, boss.”
Seer realized. “Where is the council chamber located?”
“I’ll send Reginald to lead the way,” Dr. Harlow said.
“Much thanks.”
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FATHOM HEADED TO THEbathroom door, ready to demand a thorough conversation with Rosalie regarding all things related to sex with her. He had many ideas of how to deal with the issue and he wouldn’t stop until he was at the very bottom of her problem and succulent pussy. He stopped at the bathroom door and angled his head, engaging his hyper auditory powers.
The fire in his blood exploded at hearing the soft moans straining out of her.
His hunger turned feral, and he hammered the door with his fist, bringing her scream.
“Who is it!” she asked, her words shaking.
“Yourhusband,” he decided to say.
“I’m...bathing,” she declared.
“I want to speak to you.”
“I’ll get out.”
“No,” he ordered. “I want to speak to you now. Open the door or I will open it.”
Water sloshed and splashed as she clearly flew out of the tub. The door finally opened, and he walked in before she could exit, shutting it and locking it back.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her words frail as he turned and eyed the way she held the purple satin robe tightly closed.
“I’m wondering what mywifeisdoingin here.”
“I’m...bathing,” she gasped, her face flush.
“Not just bathing,” he accused, stepping closer to her.
She moved back with many breaths. “How...” Her words cut off as she realized exactly how he might know. “Have you never heard of privacy?”
“Were you touching yourself?” he asked, his arousal making his words rough as he stepped closer, sending her in reverse. “Why have you not touchedme, Rosalie? Is it because you don’t find me desirable?”
She shook her head, as she met a dead-end at the vanity.
“No, you don’t?”
“I...I do,” she whispered.
Her answer stole his breath as he quickly removed his t-shirt, getting her hot gaze burning over him. “Come here, Rosalie.”
He watched her, angling his head at the struggle in her mind and body.
“If you do not, then I will go to you. And if I go to you, I will assume you want me to do whatever I crave to do.” His breaths blasted with a rabid hunger as he undid his jeans. “And what I crave to do will likely be among your worst fears.”
