Page 55 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 2

When I got close, Christophe closed his paper, folded it, set it down and looped an arm around my hips, pulling me to his side and down onto his lap crossways.

“Bonjour, chéri,” he murmured and then took my mouth in a heated kiss.

I threaded my fingers through his salt and pepper locks, running my nails down his scalp the way I knew he liked.

“Aaaaahhhh,” he groaned then smiled. “How are you faring this morning?”

“Better. Being home helps. Though I know things are going to be interesting once Rhodes and Maia arrive and he introduces her to Emily.”

“Do you fear that Emily will not accept Maia into their lives?” Christophe asked.

I played with his hair, twirling the longer layers around my first finger. “I do not know. Teenagers tend to react unexpectedly. I’m just hoping we can help ease the introduction.”

“Perhaps when they are all settled and jet lag has cleared, we can take them out. Show both Emily and Maia more of our country, and divert them from the more delicate subjects?”

His plan was sound, provided the teenager didn’t simply implode upon meeting her father’s fiancée. “I think we shall take Rhodes’ lead and hope for the best.”

Christophe smiled. “So wise, my wife.” He winked playfully.

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply once more. “I’m going to get ready for the day. Can you check on Emily…”

“I did, not fifteen minutes before you awoke. She’s completely out. Dead to the world.” He stood up and wrapped his arm around me from behind. “Remember what I promised you when we were leaving Las Vegas then ended up with all ofour plans turned to ash?” He slowly walked me forward until my knees hit the bed. Then he rubbed his hardness against my satin covered ass and whispered in my ear. “Hands on the bed, Alana,” he growled in that raspy, deep tone that made my knees shake.

Instantly, I complied by bending forward and placing my hands on the bed. As I looked down, I saw his pajama bottoms fall down his legs and pool around his ankles. My throat went dry even as my lower half became wet with arousal. I shuffled my feet in anticipation as Christophe slid his hands along my thighs, pushing the robe and nightie up until the material hung around my waist. The chill in the room kissed my bare skin when it was exposed but immediately warmed when my husband gripped and squeezed each cheek.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you like this for two days,chéri. Widen your stance and let me in to play.”

His heated words were like wildfire to my libido. My sex clenched, while my legs shook, and I trembled wantonly.

He nudged the large head of his cock between my legs and against my slick seam, lubricating it as he rubbed it back and forth. He gripped my hips and thrust home.

I cried out at the blissful intrusion, then muffled it with my hand over my mouth, just to be certain Emily couldn’t hear, even though her room was on the other end of the hall.

Christophe was a man on a mission, a madman, lost to his desire. I loved every second of his deep plunges paired with gentle yet crude affirmations. He told me how he liked to watch his wet cock disappear within me over and over again. How my forbidden hole winked at him with every plunge. The way my pussy held him in the tightest fist he’d ever known. That he would never love another more than me.

His filthy mouth sent us both spiraling intola petite mort…the little death.

He moved gently as our orgasms subsided. My face was still pressed to the bed, bum in the air, as he swirled his hips, working out the last of his pleasure. He shivered, then leaned over and placed a warm kiss to my spine.

“Bienvenue à la maison, mon amour.”Welcome home, my love.

I grinned against the sheets, my position still precarious, but I felt a million times better after that homecoming.

“A welcome home indeed, husband.”

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Shortly after our bed-play this morning, Christophe and I took a shower and got ready for the day. Once completed, we woke Emily so she could get onto France time sooner rather than later. We also informed her that her father’s plans had changed, and he would be arriving in France soon with a woman in tow. For some reason, that made her excited, whereas we thought perhaps she’d be unnerved by not only the fact that he was joining her two-week vacation with us, but that he would be bringing a lady friend. Neither seemed to be the case.

We joined Emily in the kitchen where Aurelie, our cook, was plating omelets, potatoes, and bacon as the buzzer to the gate sounded. Our house attendant took care of it, but that didn’t stop Emily from tossing her utensils to the counter, jumping off the chair, and racing bare-footed, still in her pajamas, through the house screaming, “He’s here!”

“We better go make sure the meet and greet goes well,” Christophe announced, pushing out of his chair.

“Agreed.” I followed him to the front of the house where the door was already open and Emily was bouncing from foot to foot like a little monkey.

Rhodes stopped the car, leaned over and said something to Maia who looked wide-eyed and terrified in the passenger seat before he got out.

“Where’s my best girl?” he called out.

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