Page 96 of Full House

She hummed, cupping his balls while working him with her mouth. He tangled a fist in her hair, taking control of her movements and she relaxed her throat. “Fuck, that feels good. Yeah, just like that.”

She was just getting into it when his body stilled, and he pulled her up to her knees.

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Victoria looked up at him, mouth slack and her lips shiny and swollen. Fuck he was one lucky bastard. He captured that mouth. The hand, still fisting her hair, tilting her head back so he could go deep.

He swallowed her moan as his other hand latched on to her hip. Her hands found his back, her nails digging in and scoring it.

“Turn around. Stay on your knees but spread them,” he said, breaking their kiss.

He pressed into her back, his hands cupping her breasts as his lips landed on her neck. He moved one hand lower, stopping to caress the slight swell of her stomach before moving down so his fingers could glide through her slickness and enter her.

One of her arms came up and back, wrapping around his neck, her fingers grabbing his hair while her other hand covered his that still held her tit. She gyrated her hips to the thrusts of his fingers, throwing her head back to lay it on his shoulder.

He had the perfect view down her body, and fuck, what a sight it was, making him so hard, he ached. She was so wet, he felt it dripping down his fingers and knew she was close.

“Fall forward to your hands, baby.” He slipped his fingers from her as she landed on all fours, but found her clit, keeping pressure on it. Grasping hold of her hip with his other hand, he glided smoothly into her to the hilt, filling her completely.

She cried out, her pussy already starting to spasm around him, and he was so close, that’s all it took—her sweet fucking moans a trigger for his release.

Lying in bed, a naked and spent Victoria draped across him, life didn’t get much better. His mind was finally resting easy, knowing they’d put a stop to Byron and Victoria was safe. What a mindfuck that had been. That he’d been behind it hadn’t even entered Nate’s mind, and he was kicking himself for that. Though why he was, he didn’t know.

Victoria stirred, and he brushed a lock of hair from her cheek. She opened her eyes, and he said, “I need to feed you.” They’d been in bed for hours and missed lunch, and it was now nearing dinner.

“I’m comfortable,” she objected.

“I know, baby, so am I.” If they could stay like this forever, he would.

He picked her hand off his chest, entwined their fingers, and brought her knuckles to his lips for a kiss. “I’d like you to come to my meeting with me tomorrow.” For obvious reasons, he’d postponed his meeting from that morning.

“Why? I’m not in danger anymore.”

“I know, but I’m finding I don’t like the idea of letting you out of my sight.”

She chuckled. “Is this a new fetish of yours? Like the hat? How many mysterious fetishes do you have lurking in your closet that I need to know about, Mr. Reed?”

God, he remembered that day perfectly. It was the day he’d first realized, without a shadow of a doubt, she was it for him. “I fell in love with you that day. Not sure I ever told you that.”

That got her attention. She popped up on an elbow to look at him.

“Strutting your stuff on an invisible catwalk in that ridiculous hat you somehow made look sexy,” he shook his head, “I was a goner.”

“I think I knew it all along, too, but was too stubborn to admit it to myself.”

“So long as you love me now, a year from now, twenty years from now… forever. Then I’ll die a happy man.”

She smiled, snuggling back into the crook of his shoulder. Just one more thing he needed to talk to her about then he was disturbing her peace and getting her some food.

“Smith called while you were asleep. He wanted us to know, they had to release Chrissy from custody.”

“Goodness, how did I sleep through that?”

“You were sleeping hard. You were even snoring.”

She popped up again, giving him a glare. “I do not snore.”

“Sometimes. But don’t worry, it’s cute. Very feminine.”

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