Page 70 of Daddy's Mail Order Mate

“You could,” I answer, leaning in closer to finish with a whisper in her ear. “Or you could rest up for when I take you to bed.”

I hear her breath stutter and savor her piqued desire with a lingering brush of my lips against her jaw before I pull back.

“So, what are you doing?”

“I’m, uh… I’m going to go rest for a bit.”

“Good.”

I give her forehead one last kiss before I take over gathering dishes, smirking as I see a little unsteadiness in her stride as she heads out of the kitchen. This gives me plenty of time to just comfortably coast through the domestic upkeep. As much as I’ve appreciated the help from Gwen, I’ve grown quite accustomed to managing my own home and looking after Rowan. The last thing I want is for her to think that she’s just going to be my maid just because she agreed to be my mate. All the tasks are actually made so much sweeter, knowing that I’m not just taking care of my son, I’m also taking care of her.

Once Rowan is settled down and the house attended, I feel a switch gently flip in the back of my skull. My lips twitch as I go on the prowl, stalking through the house to look for my mate. I find her sat outside on the porch, the swing rocking with an idle ease.

“Came out here to get in the mood?”

She turns towards me with a blushing smirk.

“Not at first, but it’s definitely been on my mind after I got out here.”

“Looking for an encore, or do you want to head inside?”

“Inside sounds good. I might need a drink if we want to go doing that on the porch again,” Gwen answers with teasing sarcasm.

“You’d barely touched it the first time.”

“I was drunk on the sexual tension.”

I chuckle and lean the door open for her as she stands and saunters towards me. She at first just attempts to walk by me, but I use the opportunity to wrap my arm around her and pull her in for a kiss. Her smile softens into tender yet seeking kisses while I run my hand along her body to savor her every line and curve. We explore each other’s mouths with an easy passion up until she parts with a laughing sigh.

“Okay. If you don’t want to have to carry me upstairs, we’d better get moving.”

There’s a half-second before genius strikes me and I sweep her into my arms, and the sound of her surprise shifts into bright laughter.

“Woah! Ahaha, alright, that was pretty good.”

I hum in proud satisfaction at that; how could I not feel like preening with my woman praising my charms? The trip to my bed is punctuated with lovely little touches and a kiss or two, unable to even hold off on our affections for a trek up the stairs. We mutually strip one another, clothes discarded happily to give us free access to one another. When both of us get completely stripped down, I can’t help but notice Gwen blushing and squirming a bit more than before as we caress and kiss one another.

“What is it, little doe?”

“Aha, well, if you go calling me that it’s just going to make it worse,” she breathes out.

“Make what worse?”

“It’s pretty silly, but I feel a bit… Embarrassed.”

I spin one of her curls on my finger and use my other hand to slide along the dip of her waist.

“Why?”

“We’re… Together. And naked.”

I huff fondly and lean in to kiss at her neck, being particularly tender near her new scar.

“That was the whole point.”

“Yeah, I know, but—the last time we did this, we were both a bit… Carried away?”

“Mmn. We were.”

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