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She took his body weight and it feltgood as well.

“Touch me,” he said.

Tillie didn’t even realize she wasn’ttouching him. She started at his shoulders, putting her hands onhim, and then began to work them down his body, going down hisback. At first, she was tempted to touch his ass, but then shestopped herself and felt stupid for not touchinghim. She moved down,cupping his butt in the same way he had her.

She was finally doing it, making love toher husband, being with Luca, and to Tillie, this was one of thebest feelings in the world. There was no distance between them right now. They werecloser than they had ever been.

She didn’t want him to stop, but she feltthe change within Luca as he began to speed up. His cock seemed toget harder as he began to fuck her, going harder and deeper thanever before, and then she felt bliss at the same time as Lucagroaned, and she justknew they had found their release together.

Chapter Nine

“Dancing?” Luca asked.

Tillie giggled. “Yeah, Mom tried to get meto be a professional dancer. She even hired some woman who’d won awards.”

“You like dancing, though,” Luca said. “I caught you.”

She nodded, and then moved up the bedafter sticking the spoon she was eating from into her mouth. Theyhadn’t left the bed, but they had required food. The only thingthey had in the freezer that seemed the least amount of mess wasthe ice cream. He brought up every tub they had—chocolate, vanilla, mint-chocolate, and severalother flavors.

“I like dancing, but it’s the kind of thing you do randomlyaround your house or bedroom. Not something you dance to withhundreds of people doing it as some kind of talent.”

“You really hated the beauty pageantstuff?”

“Yep. Believe it or not, as a kid, I wasnot really into dresses.I think it’s funny because I wear them all the time now. As a kid,I was a jeans-and-t-shirt kind of girl. Also, I loved exploring thebackyard and getting messy.”

“Ah, a proper tomboy.”

“Yep, that was me, so sitting for hoursgetting my hair pulled and my face feeling heavierfrom the makeup, I didn’t likeit. I know some of the other girls loved it, and I didn’t mind atall, but I hated it. David was the one who told me to tell Dad, soI did, but I also made sure I complained while my grandparents werethere. I love Dad, and he was amazing. He worked a lot, as youknow, but sometimes Mom did find it easy to manipulate him. WithGrandma and Grandpa there, he couldn’t argue, and this time when heput his foot down, he did.”

“But it ruined your relationshipwith your mom.”

Tillie nodded and he saw thesadness in her eyes. “Yeah, itdid. We’ve never been the same, and sometimes I don’t care, andthen there are other times when I think about what we were doing,and I miss it.” She snorted. “Damned if you do, damned if youdon’t. Do you want to tell me more about your past?”

No, he really didn’t, but Tillie was so openabout hers. All he had to do was ask her a question, and she wasopen, honest, always herself.

“There’s not much to tell.”

“You mentioned that you were in thefoster care system,” she said.“Did you ever think to find your parents?”

“No,” he said. “I know some kids wanted tofind their parents. Sometimes, a couple of them, when we wereyounger, would sit up all night, making up stories about whathappened to our parents. Kidnapping, government conspiracy, thewhole ‘our parents aregone to make millions and then they’re going to come back and freeus.’ I never joined in. I guess at a young age, I knew most of uswere in there for one reason—thepeople who gave birth to us didn’t want us.”

“You don’t even think of them as parents?” Tillieasked.

“No, they’re not parents. They’re notanything.” He ran a hand down his face.

“And you’re not curious about who theyare?”

“No,” Luca said. “I wouldn’t be able totrust them now, even if they did know. I’d be convinced the only reason they showed upwas because I’m wealthy and they’re looking for an easylife.”

Silence fell betweenthem. Luca reached forone of the tubs of ice cream, about to take a mouthful, but beforehe got the chance, Tillie had dribbled some of her ice cream ontohis chest. He let out a gasp as it was cold.

Tillie did so as well, but then she moved sofast, putting a hand on his chest. “Look how clumsy I am. I didn’tmean to spill this ice cream on you. I’m going to have to clean itup.” She looked so damn cute, trying to be sexy.

“You’re a bad actress, anyone ever tell youthat?” Luca asked.

“Yeah, trust me, it was one of those manytalents I didn’t have, and that was going to be something my momtrained me for.” Tillie leaned down and swiped the ice cream she’d spilled on himwith the tip of her tongue.

If she wanted to play this game, he was morethan happy to play. Luca acted quickly, pushing her to the bed, andthis time she reached in for some ice cream and started tostruggle, and she laughed at the same time.

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