Page 162 of Buy Back My Love

“Because you bought her.”

“That’s not how ownership works.”

“Tonight it is.”

I shook my head, picked Holly up, and carried her back to the gated area near the kitchen. When I got back to Lee’s bedroom, she was standing near the bed looking like she had spent the thirty seconds I was gone reconsidering every decision that had brought us here.

I stopped in the doorway. “You good?”

Lee looked at me and held her hand out. I crossed the room, took it, and kissed her again.

Somewhere along the way, her pajama top came off. I tossed it aside and sat back long enough to look at her.

Lee immediately frowned. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You staring.”

“I’ve got eyes.”

“Van.”

I laughed and kissed her before she could start fussing.

Pregnancy had made her breasts sensitive enough that the first time my thumb brushed one nipple, her whole body jumped. I slowed down, watching her face.

“You good?”

“Don’t stop.”

I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth, and the sound she made went straight through me. Her back lifted off the bed while her fingers slid over the back of my head.

I moved my hand down between us and slipped it inside her pajama bottoms.

“Damn, Lee.”

She was already wet. Her hips pushed against my hand while I rubbed my fingers over her clit, and I had to shift my weight because my dick was hard enough to hurt.

Her eyes widened when she felt how hard I was against her thigh, but she didn’t say anything. I kept my hand between her legs, rubbing her slowly while her hips pressed closer into my palm.

I kissed her again before pulling her pajama bottoms down and tossing them toward the floor. When I settled between her legs, Lee propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me.

“What you doing?”

I looked up at her. “Helping.”

“Van.”

“I told you I could help.”

I lowered my mouth to her before she could say anything else. The first taste of her had me gripping her thigh harder than I meant to. I loosened my hand and took my time, keeping my attention where she reacted the most. Every time I circled my tongue over her clit, her legs tightened around me.

“Ohhh, Van.”

Hearing my name like that nearly made me lose focus. I slid my tongue lower, then came right back to her clit before she could get used to anything. Her hips started moving against my mouth, and I held her steady with one hand while the other worked between her legs.

“That’s it,” I told her. “Quit fighting it.”