Page 85 of Demise

“No,” he replies, starting the car. I huff.

“John,” he says. “I like John.”

“We are not naming one of our babies after

Johnny.”

He laughs. “Why not?”

“Johnny is a murderer and not a role model to be named after,” I say with an eye roll.

“You would really hurt his feelings if he heard you say that.”

I look over at him.

“Just saying,” he says, lifting his hand from the wheel.

I sigh. “Okay, I’m sorry I called Johnny a murderer.”

He laughs. “No, love. That part is true. I meant saying he wasn’t a role model.

I chuckle. “You’re such an idiot.”

We’ve been tossing baby names back and forth as soon as we found out they were boys. Just randomly, one of us will call out a name, and the other will, of course, shut it down. Several moments later, we pull into the pub. I climb out the same time he does.

The patrons greet us hello as we walk through. O’Brien’s is always packed with regulars. Danny takes my hand, moving us around the bar to go into his office.

“Jet,” he says, shutting the door.

I raise my brow. “I actually like that one.”

“What?” he says, shocked as he leans back against the door. “You like a name I say?”

I smile with a shrug. “It’s unique.” I push up on his desk, resting my hands beside my thighs. He watches me, his expression making me smile harder. I can feel his love from across the room. It’s in his eyes, in the corner of his lip.

The way he looks at my slightly swollen stomach with adoration. He pushes from the door and walks over. I tilt my head as he stands in front of me.

He grabs a piece of my hair and twirls it around his finger. The material of his dark gray sweater stretches across his chest.

“I love you,” he says. “We can name them whatever you want.” His calm, unmoving eyes focus solely on me.

“Okay,” I murmur with a smile, knowing he’ll still very much have a say.

He bends, kissing my lips. I put my hand in the back of his hair, loving the way he feels. My nipples pucker under my dress as the kiss turns deeper, needier. My thighs open and he places himself between them. Danny runs his hand down, pulling my dress up my leg as he rests his hand there. Our tongues dance, my heart accelerates. His fingers go higher, and he moves my panties to the side, running his fingers up my slit.

“Always wet for me,” he says.

I’m unashamed.

I reach for his belt and fly, pulling his harden cock out. I run my finger over the tip, and he moans into my mouth, biting my bottom lip. His fingers dip inside of me, and I gasp as he hits the spot I love. He fingers me until I come, and then he pulls out. Grabbing my ass, he moves me and then pushes inside.

Against his pillow-soft lips, I moan. He moves, fucking me in the best way. Kissing my neck, biting my breast. He keeps up his rhythm, chasing his own feel good.

My ache for him will never subside. Our love is not fading with time, but strong and loyal like the ocean’s current. Our souls are so entwined it is inconceivable that we shall ever part.

When we’re like this, time stands still. Nothing else matters. Danny has always had my heart. He’s had it since broken abandoned windows and knotted jewelry. But like this, Danny owns my soul. I’d do anything for this man, and it’s no secret he’d kill for me. I’m about to come again, and it’s as if he senses it so he stops.

He lifts me, walking us over to the couch, sitting down with me on top.

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