Page 90 of The Devil's Pawn

“Wh-what are you doing?”

I palm her thighs, keeping her wide open for me, and grin. “Cleaning up my mess and yours.”

Her entire body flushes. It’s adorable how easily she embarrasses in the bedroom, yet outside, she’d hold her own with the most challenging men in The Consortium. In fact,I’d bet on her to win in any straight-shooting contest that involves using her wit rather than physical strength.

She tries to close her legs, but I’m too strong for her. I run my tongue over the soft skin of her inner thigh, scooping up my semen.

“Alexander… it’s okay. I can do it.”

“No.” I could use a cloth, but this is far more sensual. Besides, I’m enjoying how mortified she is far too much to stop. After I’m done cleaning her, I crawl up her body and kiss her, letting her taste our mingled scents. Bodily fluids don’t bother me at all. The sooner she realizes that, the better, because I don’t intend to change. I’d happily lick my cum from her every fucking time. Even if she’d bled from me fucking her, I’d have cleaned her up the same way. I guess she didn’t because her hymen probably snapped years ago from horse riding or from tampons.

I roll to the side and tuck her into my chest. “Do you want something to eat?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not hungry.” Yawning, she adds, “I am tired, though.”

A weight settles on my chest. Have I pushed her too soon? She did crack her head earlier today. Am I such a heartless beast that I put my own desires before her health and wellbeing? “Any nausea?”

Her palm cradles my cheek, and I lean into it like a cat seeking affection. “I’m fine. I know what you’re thinking. I’m not tired because of the accident. I’m tired because of…”

“Sex?”

She nods. “Sex.”

“Regardless, you should eat something.”

“So should you.”

Grinning, I kiss her hair. “Touché.”

“I just want to sleep.”

“Then, sleep.”

I tighten my hold around her. I’ve never had this with a woman, this closeness after sex. My style is fuck and leave. Except this isn’t one of my flings. It’s my wife. I could still fuck and leave if I wanted to, but I don’t want to, and that is both staggering and thrilling to me.

She’s changed me, and I didn’t even see it coming.

“What if we made a baby?”

I stiffen. It’s highly unlikely, I’ve made sure of that, although there’s no such thing as a hundred percent certainty. But if I’d worn a condom, she’d have questioned it, leaving me few options if I wanted to fuck her, which I did. Still, the chances of her getting pregnant are extraordinarily slim—enough that I’m not concerned.

“Shh. Go to sleep.”

“It’s what you want, isn’t it? Your father, too.”

No. “And what do you want?”

Her eyes soften. “I’d love a family one day, but I’d like a career first. You will talk to Christian, won’t you?”

“I said I would, and I will.” Kissing her hair again, I tuck her against my body. “Sleep, now.”

A few minutes later, her breathing changes.

I lie there for a few minutes, my mind running over potential solutions to the problem I’ve created. She wants children, even if she’s not looking at having them right away, and I don’t. I’m not sure there is a solution to that.

It’s a problem for another day, though. Right now, I’m going to enjoy what we have and, who knows, if I stop thinking about it, the answer might come to me.

Once I’m sure she’s asleep, I extricate myself and pull the covers over her. Grabbing my clothes, I dress in the livingroom so not to disturb her, then head downstairs to find my father.

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