Page 104 of Entangled

“What are you going to do about work?” I ask softly, causing him to pause and lift his eyes to mine. “I mean… I can handle it, the separation, if it’s still what you want to do but…” I trail off.

“Are we speaking our language now, Princess?” He smirks in that savage way of his and runs a finger down my slit. “I’ve already thought about it.”

“And?” I ask, breath hitching when he does it again.

“I set up a meeting to talk to my boss tomorrow. Tell him I either need to be able to only take shorter jobs or I’m going to have to look elsewhere.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to ever have to give up something you love for me.”

He drops a kiss to my lips. “There is nothing I love more than you.” Lifting up, he pushes his shorts down his hips and kicks them off the bed before running both of his hands up my legs, spreading me wide and nudging at my entrance with his impressive cock.

“Besides.” He drops back down, dragging his teeth down the mound of my breast to my nipple. “I’ll probably have to figure something else out eventually anyway.”

I arch under his mouth as he sucks my nipple deeply into his mouth. The feel of him teasing my entrance driving me crazy. “Why?” I gasp.

He releases my nipple with a tug. “Don’t you see it?” Trailing his lips over to my other breast, he rakes the nipple through his teeth with just enough force to have me lifting my hips up, futilely trying to drive him deeper as he holds himself just out of reach.

“See what?”

“Us.” He finally pushes in that first inch and my breath hitches, inner walls beginning to stretch at the invasion. I reach down and grab his hips, trying to pull him in farther but he holds himself still, laughing that damn low, dark laugh.

Arrogant bastard.

I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m going to get this tattoo removed if you don’t fulfill your husbandly duties here pretty quick.”

The dark in his eyes sparks with amusement. “So impatient.” He drops his head to my neck, kissing a path as he pulls back before driving forward, impaling me with one gloriously hard thrust that has him bumping up against the end of me. A gasping cry is ripped from my throat as my inner walls spasm around him and he gives me a moment to adjust to the intrusion, continuing to speak. “I figure after we get tired of living like nomads, we’ll get some boringly domestic little two-story, probably in LA so you can live by that goddamn Italian and the rest of them.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, nails sinking into his skin and the picture he paints. “I’ll put a lock on the picket fence around the yard so we don’t have to worry about the kids running into the street.”

“Kids?” I ask incredulously.

“Oh yeah.” He pushes impossibly deeper. “Two or three. So they can have siblings.”

I reach up and tug on his hair in teasing reprimand as he gives me a shallow thrust. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, husband.” But my heart is so full it almost hurts at his remembered words for me.

He arches a brow, lips ghosting up playfully. “I’m already working on it.”

I laugh as he pulls back and hooks one of my legs around his arms, the sound turning into a moan as he thrusts back into me powerfully.

“We’ll have to get takeout a lot, because neither of us can cook worth shit.” Another powerful thrust that has me reaching out to anchor myself on the bed frame. “But that’s okay, because it’ll save us from having to do dishes anyway.”

He grinds his pelvis against my clit before reaching down to grab my hips and flip me over. I drop onto my elbows on the mattress, pushing my ass up toward him, greedy with need as he grabs my legs and pushes them wide, thrusting hard back into me. I throw my hair back for him in the way I know he likes and he winds it around his hand. Pulling my head back and dropping his chest to my back as he whispers in my ear.

“All the other moms will hate you because you’ll be a brat who wears your concert tees with a husband who fucks you senseless every night, but you can take it because you never give a shit what anyone thinks anyway.”

He drags his teeth along that spot at the base of my neck he loves to worship, his cock taking me higher with every glorious thrust as anticipation starts to tighten throughout my body. I reach my hand back and grab his thigh when he thrusts into me again, keeping him there as I jerk my hips back onto him, wanting him deeper, farther. Until he’s so far into me, a piece of him will never escape. He threads an arm around my chest and rises up, taking me with him, the angle making everything tighter and pressing his cock at a whole new angle inside of me.

“And we’ll bring them here, our kids.” He gently massages my breast as his other hand slides down to my clit, rolling his fingers over it with unerring accuracy. “Tell them the story of how we fell in love.”

I turn my head to meet his heated night-forest eyes, cocking a brow.

“Maybe not everything.” He chuckles darkly.

I reach back and wrap my arms around his head. “Okay,” I sigh dramatically, voice catching with need. “I guess we can have kids.”

“Brat.” He smiles that rare, breathtaking smile right before he pinches my nipple and pushes down on my clit.

I squirm against him as his assault on my clit continues and he rolls his hips into me again and again, causing his cock to rub against my walls with delicious friction. My whole body starts to shake and I feel as if my skin is about to split right open about two seconds before I come, crying his name loudly as my pussy convulses around him. He brings his hands to my hips, grinding into me farther and my upper body drops to the bed.

My heart races as I plant my hands, trying to catch my breath as he drops his lips to my spine, kissing his way up as he begins to move inside of me again. He wraps an arm back around me as he presses his chest fully into my back, gently gripping my chin and tilting my head to meet his gaze. Dropping his lips to mine, he kisses me fiercely, intensely, and I meet his demand with my own, the kiss becoming a thing of clashing teeth and gasps as he pulls back and slams into me.

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