Page 24 of Like You Love Me

He gave his daughter a sidelong glance. “What news?”

Sierra blushed. “I got a part in the play. I’m the Tin Man,” she announced with a wide grin.

“The Tin Man? That’s a wonderful role.” He reached over and gave Sierra a high-five.

Bianca pointed down to the papers on the coffee table. “We’ve been sitting here highlighting her lines.”

“That’s great. I can’t wait to hear.” His smile widened. He loved seeing his daughter happy, but he had other plans for tonight. London glanced down at his watch. “It’s almost nine. Somebody should be getting ready for bed.”

His words stripped the smile from Sierra’s lips. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, little lady,” Bianca said in agreement.

Sierra stuck her lip out but rose.

“I’ll be up to tuck you in,” Bianca told her.

London playfully punched Sierra in the leg then grabbed her. He lifted her into the air as he rose and spun her around until she was laughing hysterically. Bianca threatened to put them both out before he planted Sierra’s feet back to the floor.

“Good night, Honeybee,” he said and kissed her cheek. Sierra wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him close.

“I love you, Daddy.” Those four words melted his heart every time.

“Goodnight, Mommy.” Sierra scrambled over and hugged and kissed Bianca before rushing out of the room. Within seconds, London heard her taking the stairs.

An hour after Bianca had gone to tuck Sierra in bed, London had eaten and was loading his plate into the dishwasher when she stepped into the kitchen. The moment he set the dial and pressed Start, he swung around to find her standing there. Their gazes met, and Bianca saw something in his that sent her pulse spinning. “Would you like some dessert?” she asked.

“Yes.” His gaze was incinerating her mouth. “As long as you are on the menu.”

For two heartbeats, time stopped, and her heart drummed widely in anticipation. London scooped Bianca up into his arms, and she looped her arms around his neck. He carried her up the stairs to their bedroom and kicked the door close behind them. The second London lowered her feet to the floor, he pulled her close and claimed her mouth. When his warm tongue slipped inside, Bianca gripped his shoulders and angled her head, sealing his mouth to hers. His tongue thrust, and she got lost in the sensation that fogged her brain. Her breath hitched and her body jerked in response to the sensual hand sliding along the length of her back. A single touch had her core throbbing, and she realized how sexually deprived she had been. London dragged his tongue across her cheek and then her neck, heating her skin on contact.

“Wait,” Bianca moaned. “This isn’t how I planned the evening. Give me a second to change into something sexy.”

His mouth twitched as he stared down at her and said, “No need. There is nothing sexier than the woman standing in front of me.” London unbuttoned her blouse, pushed it off her shoulders, and then unclasped her bra. She felt utterly afire by his hot gaze feasting on the sight of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and aroused, itching for him to touch them. She didn’t have to wait long for him to grant her silent request. His tongue started at her shoulder and then traveled along her arm before skimming her breast. He leaned in and captured a nipple between his lips with a growl. She gasped and arched, drawing it deeper into his mouth, where he licked and sucked before his hot mouth shifted to the other breast to suck and tease. She braced herself, grasping onto his arms as her body quivered and flinched at the growing intensity with each stroke. London’s tongue zigzagged across her breasts from one to the other, and she cried out. The ache intensified, and her body trembled, then jerked, communicating how much she missed him and needed this. It was too much and then not enough before he ended the kiss and kneeled in front of her.

“London,” she whispered, gripping his shoulders.

His fingers lowered the zipper, and the pencil skirt dropped at her feet. She kicked it away. His hands ran up her legs and rested at the back of her calves, drawing her closer. Then, tilting his head, he took a moment to stare up at her.

“You’re still so beautiful,” London murmured, and while blushing, Bianca nibbled on her lower lip. Words were not needed.

He trailed wet kisses on her stomach. She whimpered and arched into him. As he dragged her panties down with his teeth, he planted soft kisses along her inner thighs. She gasped, then sighed, a slow exhalation of breath that sounded like a quiver at the end. “Baby.”

“Relax.” His hot tongue swept across her skin. “I want to lick every inch of you.”

Her stomach clenched with anticipation while London lowered the red lace to her feet without ceremony. He sent a smile that turned into a kiss against her inner knee then she felt his fingers stroke the curls that covered her intimate folds. With his other hand, London pushed her legs apart. Cupping her ass, he guided her body to him, planted the softest, sweetest kiss on her inner thigh and teased his way to her heat. She spoke his name on a sob.

“I missed this,” London murmured as his tongue swept through her folds. Every stroke shot through her so fast she was dizzy. Bianca rocked her hips into his mouth. London dipped his tongue inside her in fluid strokes, making love to her in ways that only her husband knew how. She could only whimper while surrendering to the pleasure. Her breath left her so quickly she was dizzy. She rested her hands on his shoulders to steady herself while her temperature rose. She gasped as he flicked his tongue across her labia, and within seconds she was rocking her hips, matching his strokes that grew faster. London’s skillful lips and tongue drew her in, causing tremors so extreme they were almost unbearable. With each flick of his tongue, she was on fire. Her breathing grew heavy until she finally gave in to the tension building in her stomach and a climax had her tilting her hips as she cried out in ecstasy.

Before she returned to her senses, London lowered her to the bed. She slid up toward the headboard while watching her husband toss away his sweatshirt and then unzip his jeans and slid his boxers down to his feet. She licked her lips at the sight of his penis that was hard and ready. London rose over her, coming down on top of her. His weight felt wonderful, pinning her to the mattress. His lips trailed across her jaw and nibbled at her earlobe. She lifted her hips, pressing her apex against his erection and breathed, “London.” She stared boldly into his face and waited for his gaze to meet hers. Instead, he kissed her until she was arching her hips against his hardness and inviting him inside. She parted her thighs, and he sank deep with one slow thrust until they were united to the depths of their souls. Their hips stilled as he passionately devoured her mouth. Sweet desire coiled inside, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist, drawing him even more profoundly. Finally, he was moving again with slow, teasing thrusts.

“I need you,” she whimpered and rocked her hips.

“I need you more,” London whispered before he raised onto his forearms and stared at her, his eyes glittering wickedly with mischief. He watched her and thrust, and her breathing instantly became shallow. He dominated the movement and took pleasure in watching her expression every time he rocked and penetrated her deeply. This was the part that made their lovemaking exquisite. She welcomed him, whimpering with encouragement when he came back with more. They were watching each other, unable to hide their need and desire. Her fingernails dug into his forearms. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back. His face contorted with his struggle. “Come for me,” he urged as he quickened his pace. Without hesitation, she gave in to the pleasure that sent her spiraling in a way that only her husband could. Bianca squeezed the muscles surrounding him. London’s eyes closed and his body released as he shouted out the power of their lovemaking.

Chapter 6

Bianca looked up from her desk to find Chavez Berry standing in the doorway. There was no doubt about it; the man was gorgeous. He stood at six-four with so much swag and confidence she understood why the women in the building were going crazy.

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