Page 71 of Entwined
There was no denying it. Vaughn had become everything I needed—and more.
Vaughn settled between my legs, his breath warm against my skin. Anticipation thrummed through me as I shifted my hips. “How much time do we have?” His voice was low, already laced with heat.
I glanced at the baby monitor on the nightstand. “He dropped off right after I put him to bed. We’ve got a couple of hours.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of Vaughn’s mouth, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Just enough time.”
These days, sex was like solving a puzzle, squeezing in moments whenever VJ’s unpredictable schedule allowed. I couldn’t count how many times I’d woken to tiny hands tugging at the covers, or how we’d snuck away during a dinner party to steal a quick, breathless moment in the bathroom. Despite all of that, I’d refused to get a nanny for VJ. I worked around him, balancing my charities with motherhood. But if we had another child... maybe then, I’d reconsider.
Vaughn’s mouth hovered over my inner thighs, teasing me with slow, deliberate kisses. I shivered as he trailed his fingers up my skin, spreading my lips with the gentlest touch. A sharp breath escaped me when his tongue finally stroked me from my entrance to my clit.
I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. It wouldn’t take long. Since VJ’s birth, my body had been hyper-responsive—orgasms quick, and multiples were my new normal.
Vaughn latched onto my clit, the suction soft but devastating. He slipped two fingers inside me, curling them just right as his thumb grazed my sensitive nub. My breath hitched, and my backarched off the bed. He knew exactly what he was doing, ramping up his efforts with precision.
“Let go, Joey,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “Let me have it.”
I broke, a moan tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure shot up my spine. Vaughn didn’t give me time to recover, sliding inside me with one smooth thrust. The sensation of his length filling me made me gasp, and I met his gaze, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
“I love you,” I whispered, my fingers tangled in his damp hair.
He chuckled, that maddeningly cocky sound. “I know.”
I swatted his shoulder, breathless. “Vaughn!”
His grin only widened as he set a steady, delicious rhythm. “How about we take a trip after Christmas? Simone said she’d take VJ.”
I raised an eyebrow, trying to concentrate as he sank deeper inside me, stealing my breath for a heartbeat. “Simone can’t handle three kids.”
“She’s got two nannies. She can handle three.” His mouth curved into a lazy smile as he pressed a kiss to my collarbone, changing the angle of his hips, hitting that spot that left me struggling to think.
“How long?” I murmured, biting my lip as pleasure built again, an undeniable pull drawing me closer to the edge.
“A week. Just us. Somewhere warm, with tropical drinks and sunshine.” He punctuated each word with a thrust that made me whimper. “We could use a break before you get pregnant again.”
“A week away from my baby?” I gasped, the idea of leaving VJ for that long unsettling me even as Vaughn coaxed me toward another climax.
“Joey, if you get pregnant, there won’t be much time for vacations. Just say the word, and I’ll handle everything. First-class flights, five-star everything.”
I couldn’t form a coherent response. Vaughn leaned in, capturing my mouth with his, and the intensity of his movements made me shudder. I clung to him, overwhelmed by how quickly I was spiraling. My orgasm slammed into me, my walls clenching around him as I moaned into his mouth.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, kissing me through my release. I ran my fingers along his jaw, watching the way his expression shifted, the strain in his muscles as he neared his own edge. His control was unraveling, and I squeezed around him, knowing it would push him over.
He groaned, burying himself deep inside me as he found his release. I could feel his warmth fill me, and I marveled at how we got here—how I, Josephine Ashworth, had ended up with this man, tied to him in every way that mattered.
As we lay there, catching our breath, Vaughn’s phone rang. Before I could stop him, he answered it, still inside me.
I stared at him, horrified, as he held an entire conversation. His eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly enjoying the absurdity of it all.
When he finally hung up, he grinned. “That was Easton. Priscilla’s pregnant.”
I blinked. “Oh my God, seriously?”
“Yeah. Looks like all the Ashworth cousins will be at Windmere Haven schools together in a few years.”
He slipped out of me, rolling onto his side as I snuggled into him, pressing a kiss to his chest. Silence settled over us for a moment, the intimacy of it all wrapping around us like a blanket.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
