Page 82 of The Irish Arrangement

Her head hung down. Her auburn tresses curtained her face, and with a slow push back, she sank over my hardness.

“I love you, Cara.” I promised it with a kiss, and she dragged out her retreat, lifting off me until just the tip remained.

“I fucking love everything about you,” I growled, squeezing her ass as she rode me slowly. “And I will always do everything I can to make you happy.”

She hummed, smiling lazily. “Oh, I’m very happy with you like this.”

I lowered my lids, looking up at her with pure contentment. “I can tell.”

“I want to make love with you,” she purred as she slid down me all the way.

The tight suction of her pussy was perfection, but I let her take charge for once. “Why did you tell me to stop earlier?”

“I was afraid you’d be rough.”

I squeezed her ass tighter. “I thought you liked it rough.” Teasing her with my finger along her ass crack, I watched as her expression changed to a hotter degree of desire.

“I do.”

Holding her up, I replaced my dick with my finger, gathering her cream to lube up my push into her ass. She didn’t want that, readjusting until she wrapped around my dick again.

Slow, but steady, I played with her ass as she rode me.

“I… I didn’t want to be rough with the baby.”

I grinned, loving how worried and careful she already was. She would be an excellent mother. I already knew she was a perfect wife and an amazing lover.

“Harder,” she begged.

I added another finger, still careful to be slow and easy.

We came together, and she sagged in my arms as I carried her to the shower. In the stall, I held her close, never wanting to be far from her again.

“I can’t believe you went to see my mom,” she admitted.

I kissed her brow, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. “That was why I was gone. I had to do things right by you.”

“For two days?”

I loved that she’d counted down the time.

“I stopped at the Murray residence first.”

She angled back, giving me a stern look. “Why?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Still, she was curious. “Is… he alive?”

I chuckled, loving that she could be just as dark to wish him dead. “Trust me. Making them pay back every cent of debt and more will be a worse punishment than the mercy of death.”

I felt her cheek rise in a smile against my chest as I held her again.

“Then I was at the hospital. Ian has been handling a lot of it. He’s the diplomatic one between us. I had him begin the process of paying for it all.”

“All that administrative headache,” she said, sighing.

“Yes. Once Nora is healthy enough to travel after the kidney transplant, she can move here.”

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