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It’s hard not to watch Joe the whole time, though. Now that I know he’s mine, I want to re-examine every detail, but I heed his warning and keep my eyes on the gold cane chairs we’re straightening for the ceremony in two days. Tomorrow is the rehearsal. Every time I catch Mrs. Donnelly watching me, she’s smirking with good humor, her eyes dancing. So I think she knows something’s going on. It’s probably all over my face, no matter how hard I try to hide it.
Joe isn’t much better. He growls audibly when one of Selena’s minions grabs me by the arm. But the guy is just excited and wants to know where he can find a paddleboard because Selena mentioned she thought the lake looked empty. I send him down to the tiny boathouse by the dock with an internal snicker.
The two of us steal away back to the suite when everyone masses for dinner. We’re essentially the help and the security is in place with a full staff of bodyguards mixed into the crowd. As soon as the door shuts, Joe backs me up against it, his lips claiming mine with the fierceness I’d asked for yesterday. “I warned you once I had a taste of you, things would change,” he murmurs against my neck with a raspy growl. I shiver in delight.
“Oh, goody,” I sass back with a delighted grin. “Are you going to fuck me now or later?”
“Neither.” Joe ignores my pout. “I’m going to make sure you eat and then I’ll make you cumquietlyon my lap until you’re ready for bed.”
I can’t decide if that sounds like heaven or torture, but I follow him over to the small dining table that’s already set and waiting with covered dishes. Chef outdid himself. Tiny heart-shaped quiches and fruit carved into flowers. It’s cute and way too frou frou for a guy like Joe who’s eyeing it all with horror.
“Here,” I say as I push him into a chair. “Close your eyes and open your mouth. It’s just food.” I stuff a small ham and asparagus quiche between his lips. “What are you going to do when our daughters invite you to their tea party?” I ask idly, warm all over with the image.
“No daughters,” Joe growls, making me frown. “Or at least not until there are ten older boys to look after her. They can go to the tea party.”
“You’re not getting me pregnant that many times,” I state emphatically, but don’t move out of the way when Joe cracks one eye open.
“Wanna bet?”
He closes that eye again and opens his mouth. I debate leaving him hanging, but he’s had a long day with difficult people, so I feed him a melon ball. He grimaces slightly and takes over feeding himself. I shift on my chair because the thought of Joe stuffing me with his cock over and over in an effort to achieve ten or more children has me wet. I still think two or three would be plenty. But the vision of all that fucking…
“You wet for me, Short Stack?” Joe asks abruptly, his gaze is knowing as I freeze on the chair.
I nod. No point in denying it, really.
“Then go put on your robe. No panties,” he warns. “All that sweetness is for me, understand?” I don’t, but I know I’m about to find out.
Joe
Nira is going to be the death of me. Her innocent talk of children has me wanting to put one in her now. If I didn’t already last night. She already told me she saw no reason to wait, but I’d like to look my son in the eye someday and say with confidence he didn’t come along until after I married his mother. We are definitely having a brood of boys first.
My heart can’t take multiple little Niras running around grinning and getting into trouble. They’d have me doing worse than tea parties before they were out of the crib. And when they’re old enough to discover boys? I’d have to have multiple shotguns lined up by the door. Sons are safer for everyone.
The food has gone tasteless in my mouth at the thought of lapping up Nira’s sweet juices. I scoot my chair back and wait for her by the couch.
When she finally emerges from her bedroom, looking nervous as hell, I can’t hold back the grin. “You finally scared of something, Nira?”
“No!” She indignantly places both hands on her hips. “I just don’t know what you’re planning,” she mutters, but starts moving again when I beckon her closer.
“I’m going to eat you out and make you cum on my tongue, sweetness.”
“I thought that was fiction.”
I shake my head, then position her on the rolled arm of the sofa so she’ll fall back on to the cushions if she loses her shit. “Spread those pretty legs, Nira,” I order and can’t hold back the groan of satisfaction when she does, and I see her pretty pink glistening folds.
“This is your chance, Short Stack. To talk without being interrupted, so why don’t you tell me all about how you imagine life with me is going to be?”
I’m curious as hell anyway, but this way I’ll be able to tell how close she is. I sink down on my knees and prepare to lick her clean.
Nira never does answer my question. Hell, I don’t think she even tried. The giggles and sighs and moans come fast and furious though, as my tongue shows her what she didn’t know about her own body. Instead of sliding backward though, she lays both hands on my back and strokes, urging me on. I can feel her release building to new heights when I suck on her clit. I reluctantly abandon it and penetrate her channel with my tongue, lapping up her sweetness as her body convulses around me. “Nngg, Joe!” she pants above me. I settle her down with long, slow licks, and then carefully slide away, making sure she doesn’t fall. She’s boneless but happy from the looks of it.
I sit down on the couch, arranging her on my lap, and rub my wet chin over her breasts. “Want to taste yourself, sweetness?” I ask gruffly, not sure if that’s a step too far. She wrinkles her nose but then surprises me with, “I want your mouth, though. Now.”
Demanding little thing. I knew she would be.
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Nira
