Page 116 of Born to Make You Smile

We locked eyes, and I felt him fill me while my climax hit, my walls pulsing around every inch of him.

We continued to stare into each other’s eyes as we came down from the high.

“Did we just...” I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief. “At the same time?”

“We most certainly did.”

“Bloody magnificent,” I said, mimicking his accent. “I’d like ten more please.”

“Coming right up, love.” He laughed and kissed my forehead.

THIRTY-FIVE

“You know,” I saidwith a coy grin, snuggling up to his warm body. “I thought about you, a lot. At night. In bed.”

He hummed with intrigue. “Oh really? What did you do about it?”

“I touched myself. But it wasn’t the same.”

“Why don’t you show me? I’d really love to watch you.” His eyes were dark and lustful.

I flashed him a coy grin. “You want me to put on a show for you?”

“Absolutely,” he murmured, his voice low. “I want to see that beautiful cunt, spread wide and on display for me. Only me. I want to watch you rub that pretty clit and make yourself come. Then I’m going to come all over your body and lick every bit of the mess off you. And finally, I’m going to feast on that deliciouscunt of yours. Until you come again and again.” He moved up to my ear and growled, “And again.”

“Holy shit.” That was all I could manage.

His naughty words in that sexy accent and the visual he painted had my mind swirling with delight. My core clenched so hard it was delectably painful.

“I missed you, Dr. Brinley.”

“I missed you too, my sweet Grace.”

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“Charlotte knew about us all along,” I said as we made our way to pick up the girls from the party. “And she told me your depressing music was getting to her.”

He laughed. “We’ll tell them about us being together tonight. Then the office on Monday, then eventually…my family.”

“You’re sure? You’re not going to change your mind?” While I was teasing, deep down, I still had a grain of doubt that he would be hesitant to come out.

“No.” His expression was serious. “We’re ready for this. To finally start our lives together.”

“But what if they don’t approve? Especially your family.”

“At this point, I don’t care,” he said, running his hand along the steering wheel. “You’re more important to me than anyone’s approval—even my own family. I want you. Forever. Well, I mean, as long as I live. Sometimes I feel guilty since we all know I will leave this earth well before you do. When you are my age, I’ll be about seventy. You are aware of this, right?”

I smirked. “I know I’m not a math wiz, but I’m aware how significant our age difference is. And it just makes me more determined to make every second with you count.”

He frowned. “It breaks my heart that I will leave you alone one day.”

“While I don’t want to imagine a world without you, I won’t be alone. I’ll have a part of you with me. Well, two parts, at least. Those two sweet angels I love more than anything in the world.” I clutched my chest. “I can’t wait to be a part of your family. And hopefully, at some point in the future, add to it.”

I reached for his hand and squeezed it. He reciprocated, holding my hand tightly.

“You’d like me to put a baby in you?”

My entire body warmed at his words, but I knew it was too soon. “Not yet. But one day.”

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