Page 20 of Luxe

I pushed a strand of her luscious hair behind her ear. “No, but you’re still quite young, and your desires may change one day. You might even want kids.”

She couldn’t contain her laughter any longer, letting out a loud burst that filled the air. “I can assure you, neither marriage nor children are on my agenda.” Her laughter faded into a sigh as she continued, “Don’t get me wrong, I love kids, but they just don’t fit into my life right now. Especially not when I work in a place like this.” She lifted her hand. “No offense to management.”

I offered a slight nod of understanding. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“If something happened, and I got pregnant,” she continued, “we’d discuss it as a couple, but one thing I can promise you will never change and that’s how much I want to be with only you.”

Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I had always felt that we were on the same page when it came to marriage and children; that they weren’t necessities in our relationship, but I still worried she might want it one day. And now, hearing her say it so boldly and passionately, stirred something deep within me. The thought of starting a family with her someday didn’t seem so daunting anymore. But I still didn’t want them anytime soon. My thoughts were interrupted by her sudden outburst.

“Wait!” she snapped, almost causing me to jump in surprise.

“Yeah?” I replied, taken aback by her sudden change in tone.

“You just called yourself my boyfriend.”

My eyebrows quirked up in surprise as she lunged toward me, knocking me backward onto the bed. She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. With a firm hold on her arms, I rolled her over onto her back and crawled between her legs.

“How the hell do you do that?” she asked breathlessly.

“What?”

“I didn’t see it coming,” she admitted, her eyes wide.

With a self-assured grin, I replied, “Part of my job.”

Closing the distance between us, I leaned in and captured her soft lips with mine before pulling back slightly. “Rules apply again,” I reminded her.

Her cheeks flushed with a slight pink tint as she smiled up at me, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and nodding in agreement.

I narrowed my gaze on her, playfully scolding her. “Roxy.”

She rolled her eyes, teasingly mocking me with a sarcastic, “Yesss, sir.”

I sat up on my knees and loosened my belt, then unzipped my pants. I grabbed her left hand and securely held her wrist. Then I did the same with her right hand, holding her arms above her head. Reaching between us, I freed my throbbing cock and ranit along her slick center. She eagerly moved her hips, trying to entice me inside of her.

With her arms bound above her head, I plunged deep inside her with one forceful thrust. She arched her back; her moans echoing in the room. Her intense gaze never wavered from mine as I continued to drive into her, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. A faded scar remained on her forehead. It was a reminder of the torture she endured at the hands of our enemies before we rescued her outside the abandoned warehouse. The memory only fueled my need to protect and please her.

Her body, limp and broken, cradled in my arms as I raced to the hospital in my Jeep. Amber, her voice trembling with fear, clutching onto her in the back seat. Every red light was an eternity, every turn a potential disaster. We’d arrived at the hospital, and she was rushed into surgery, her life hanging by a thread. As I sat waiting for any news, my heart pounding against my chest, I realized how fiercely protective I had become of her.

She belonged with me, in my house, where I could keep her safe for the rest of her life. No matter what that meant for our relationship, I was determined to be there for her until the end of time.

She was mine.

Only mine.

And I was hers.

Pushing into her slowly, I pressed my lips to hers, our tongues swirling together in a perfect dance before I pulled away. “I fucking love how good your cunt feels wrapped around my cock, baby girl,” I growled against her lips.

Her moans and whimpers were music to my ears as she neared release. “Your dick feels so fucking amazing, sir,” she panted, her words disrupted by gasps and sighs. “I need to cum so badly.”

Withdrawing myself from her, I slid down between her legs, trailing kisses and nips along her inner thighs. She arched her back, her hands reaching desperately for me, but my belt held them firmly in place. Her body trembled as I teased and tasted her, building the tension until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck!” she cried out when I bit her. “I love when you bite my clit, sir.”

She cried out and arched her back, pushing herself closer to my face. The taste of her arousal filled my mouth as I continued to flick and tease with my tongue, delving deeper into her folds. With my other hand, I slipped two fingers inside of her, curling them upward to stroke her G-spot. Every moan and whimper that came from her, only fueled my desire to please her, to make her lose control beneath me.

The intoxicating scent of sex and sweat filled the air, driving me wild with need for her. As she writhed against my mouth and fingers, I groaned in satisfaction at the way she felt under my touch. It was a feeling that consumed me entirely.

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