Page 32 of Like You Love Me

“And that’s why I am single. Too much drama for me.”

“No, you are single because no man is crazy enough to marry you,” London teased.

Carmen laughed and used the opportunity to ramble on about her latest date, who stood her up. London rolled his eyes heavenward then noticed his wife standing in the doorway. The sight of her sent warmth settling low in his belly. She had changed into one of his restaurant t-shirts that hugged amazing curves that screamed,dangerous, handle with care. “Look, Carmen, Bianca is calling me, so I better go. But thanks for letting me know.”

“Any time, big brother.”

He waited for her to end the call before closing the laptop and sliding back in the chair.

“Everything okay?” Bianca asked when his gaze captured hers again.

Swearing under his breath, he replied, “The usual bullshit—Mona Lisa and Caleb.” London crooked his index finger and signaled for her to come closer, and once she drew within reach, he dragged her down onto his lap, causing her to release a peal of laughter. Leaning forward, he kissed Bianca’s lips before he told her about spending the afternoon shoveling the driveway.

“He needs to get help.”

“Yes, but the problem is that he will schedule counseling sessions long enough to get into Mona’s good gracesandcheckbook, then it starts again.”

“Why won’t she just leave him? Caleb’s bringing her down.”

London nodded in agreement. Mona Lisa had worry lines on her face, and her hair had started to gray. “You know she will never leave Gabriella in that situation.”

“She can get a lawyer and fight.”

He shrugged. “Maybe so, but biologically, she is Caleb’s daughter, not hers, and Gabriella is all that man has left. Drunk or not, he will fight her for custody, and that’s why she stays.”

There was a look of sadness in his wife’s eyes. He reached up and caressed her cheek. “I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with the custody drama. There is no way in hell I could deal with Collin trying to take away my daughter. No way in hell. So, I understand why she deals with him.” He leaned in and kissed Bianca’s forehead. “Now enough about them, you said there was something you wanted to discuss.”

A weak smile curled her lips. “The only thing I want to discuss is you and me.”

London’s heart swelled. “That’s what I needed to hear.”

London’s eyelids became heavy, and Bianca stared in awe at his dark features and sexiness. Even after all these years, her husband was still incredibly handsome. Reaching over, he laced his fingers with hers then lifted a hand to his open mouth, causing a shiver that radiated to the most aroused part of her body as he slowly sucked each finger. They stared at each other, and an ever-present sexual energy vibrated in the air. A smile curled her lips.

London winked. “I love seeing you happy.”

“You make me happy,” she said softly, closing her eyes and savoring the moment. London kissed her as if she was the most fantastic thing his mouth had ever tasted.

“Right now, I want to make you feel good,” he whispered against her lips.

Pleasure tore through her body and heated her blood. Bianca drew a breath, mesmerized by the feel of his tongue. She didn’t want to think about Collin and didn’t want him to worry about Mona Lisa. Right now, Bianca wanted to clear his mind of all his worries and focus on how lucky they were. As long as they had each other, everything else would work itself out; she was sure of it.

London cupped her chin, dragged her closer, and she warmed with pleasure as he slanted his mouth over hers. The taste of him was intoxicating. Their tongues mated in an erotic dance that was hot and succulent and so arousing she moaned in response. He deepened the kiss, parting her lips with his tongue. Bianca had always found his kisses exquisite and always wanted more. Sliding her hand between his legs, she stroked his erection until London was thrusting against her hand and growling her name. Bianca shifted to straddle his lap, desperate to press her pelvis against him. London leaned forward and lifted the sweatshirt over his head, tossing it aside, followed by a white beater. Bianca took in his dark solid features, amazing pectorals, and muscular abs. Lowering her head, she kissed his chest, sliding her tongue along his hard muscles and warm skin. London had both hands on her buttocks, gripping, pulling her closer. He spread his legs, pushing her thighs further apart until his erection was pressed against the crotch of her panties. They began to rock, gyrating their hips, just enough to leave her feeling like she might explode.

London’s hands moved to hold her waist while he slid lower on the chair, letting her put even more of her body weight against his crotch. Pleasure coiled between her thighs, and she couldn’t think straight. Bianca dragged the t-shirt over her head and cast it aside. London stared and his eyes dark with desire as he got an eyeful. He always managed to make her feel desirable. A guttural sound rumbled up from his throat. She loved hearing that sound, knowing that even after all this time, he still wanted her.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and took her breasts in his palms and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Her breath caught, and they hardened until they ached. He stroked her, teasing, and tormenting her. She arched desperately against him then looked up. Their gazes connected hot and intense.

“You know my body, London.”

“As your husband, it’s my job to know.” She shivered as he kissed behind her ear with his beard gently scraping her skin.

Bianca climbed off his lap, locked the office door, and carefully stepped out of a pair of pajama shorts. Meanwhile, London unzipped his jeans and raised enough to lower them and his boxers to the floor. They stared at each other. He was waiting, legs spread, a beautiful penis on full display. He was hard, and she was anxious to be filled with every inch of him. Bianca walked to him and took his length in her hand, stroking gently from base to tip. Every part of him she rubbed was hard and hot. London closed his eyes and lolled his head back against the headrest, drawing a deep breath through his nostrils.

“I like the way you touch me,” he muttered in a rush of air.

“Like?”

London rumbled with laughter. “I mean love,” he said around a chuckle. “I love the way your hands feel.”

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