Page 61 of Tempting the King

Hockey is a demanding sport and combined with Emee’s work and the way she’s built out this farm as her own little Martha Stewart style enterprise, complete with a barn full of Percherons, ducks, geese, these crazy fainting goats and six mini donkeys. She has a peony farm as well, and a pumpkin patch for the fall.

She’s got me hooked on gardening as well. Growing out enough organic vegetables to feed the entire team and their families.

It’s. A. Lot.

So, we’ve kept the breeding to just our one for now.

Warmth spreads its wings in my chest as I remember waking up this morning to her taking my morning wood down her throat.

She spoils me like that. There’s no better way to wake up than with her mouth on my cock, or with her riding me as I come out of the haze of my dreams about her, only to realize my life is the dream.

She’s one of those people that is incredible at everything she takes on.

Her business is not only thriving, but also exploded.

With my investment behind her, we spent a couple years building out her systemized process of working both the psychological and physical connection aspects of therapy.

We put together the system, and an entire proprietary training structure for cuddlists.

Bristol Empathic Therapy became Bristol Therapeutic Consultancy. She has three hundred offices across the country, and thousands of other therapists that use her software and processes around the world.

I’m so fucking proud of her every day.

Milton is the C.O.O. and does most of the necessary traveling so Emee can stay here. My travel schedule is enough and my focus is on her and being the best fucking husband and father I can be.

She’s the best mother as well. We both took the parts of our childhoods that caused us to be who we are, the good and bad, and somehow blended them into the version of the parents we would have wanted.

She’s the disciplinarian, though. If I had my way, I’d never say no to my little Kitty Cat, and the house would be chaos 24/7.

We balance each other out. But, without her, none of it works.

She’s sparring with Victor now, over some other element of the meal they are preparing for everyone, but all I want to do is put her in my lap and finger bang her under the table all night while she smiles at our guests and soaks my hand.

I have her under surveillance whenever she’s away from me. My protective instincts were forever changed that day at the stadium, when I saw her with that black eye and blood on her face. No way would anyone, anyone, ever touch my wife again.

She fought me like a wet cat, but there are things that are non-negotiable, and her safety is one of them.

Which now extends to Catrina, but she takes the bruising, hulking men that are always in the shadows and wraps them around her little finger.

Benjamin is here as well. It took some time, but I laid down the bottom lines for him and if he wanted anything to do with my family, he needed to get his shit straight.

I paid for rehab for him. Twice. And I’ll pay again if he needs it. So long as he’s honest with me, I’ll always be there for him. He’s now taken on the role of general manager on a spin-off of Emee’s therapy business, providing interventions for families struggling with a loved one caught in the cycle of trauma and addiction.

After he cleaned up, he told Emee about his long-time crush on her best friend Anita. Emee played matchmaker and two years later, they made their way down the aisle as well.

As Emee and I shared our lives, finding out more about her childhood and how Benjamin was her protector, I knew he was just lost and a good man was in there somewhere.

Victor is still my best friend. We are bound by loyalty and blood. Blood that was spilled not just on the ice, but when he and I, and some of his family’s Bratva army, took out the entire underworld mob that dared put their hands on my wife.

I don’t keep secrets from her, but we also have a don’t ask, don’t tell rule when it comes to things she doesn’t need to know but need to be done.

My firecracker spins in the red and pink polka dot dress I bought her last week, her eyes catching mine, and gives me a wink.

My dick responds with a painful jerk as her face glows. She looks so happy, and knowing I had something to do with that is the biggest win of my life.

She’s walking sin, even in that cute wrap dress. Her tits are epic, and the way her hips have filled out with pregnancy only turns up the heat in my furnace.

My cock thickens as she does this little slow spin in the kitchen. No one else notices, but I know it’s for me.

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