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Fox’s home.

Our home?

Home.

Chapter 31 – Fox

Present

Seventwenty-fourPM.

The hum of the garage door motor sprang to life and with it, my excitement.

I sat on the couch in the living room in just a pair of jeans, undone, with a glass of whiskey and a cigar, laid back and relaxed. Waiting.

Anticipating.

I listened to the click of the door opening and closing in the kitchen and watched Delilah’s messy bun come into view as she put her bags down on the kitchen table. Her eyes instantly found mine over the half wall, separating the two rooms and she bit her bottom lip as I inhaled on the cigar. The end burned bright orange before smoke clouded my sight of her.

I didn’t speak, and neither did she.

The proverbial ball was in her court. Her decision to make.

Reward, or punishment. Though I’d be lying if I said I was going to be disappointed if she chose the latter.

I watched the slender column of her neck tighten as she swallowed before she disappeared out of sight behind the fridge. I listened intently, hearing her kick her sneakers off and then tried to discern the noise of her clothes hitting the floor. But she was silent.

On purpose, if I had to guess. She was baiting me, amping my suspense up as much as I had done to her earlier at her work.

Thankfully I didn’t have to wait hours for gratification, because moments later the top of her head came into view again. This time, around the bottom of the wall as she crawled to me around the corner.

“Good girl.” I hissed, pouring back the rest of my whiskey as she took small and calculated steps forward with her hands and knees, watching me.

Her naked body was on display for me, and my cock thickened in my pants as the swell of her ass swayed back and forth with each foot of distance she closed between us. Her tits hung heavily underneath of her, and I ached to lay under her and suck on them. She was going to look sexy as hell nursing our next child with them.

One I planned on putting in her as soon as possible.

“You look so incredibly sexy on your hands and knees for me darling.” I praised her and her lips pulled up on the side. “How do you feel, crawling to me?”

“Embarrassed.” She answered instantly. “Exposed.” A blush rose across her chest up her neck, mimicking the one that bloomed after her orgasms.

“You’ve never looked sexier to me.” I contradicted and her eyes darkened. “The way your wide hips sway back and forth,” I slowly shook my head and inhaled off my cigar again, “They were made to bring my babies into this world. Wide and supple, meant for me to grab onto and hold myself deep inside of you, filling you with my come. Designed to carry our babies until you deliver them for me, just like you did with Penelope.” My cock twitched in my jeans as the primal side of me flared to life.

She fucking loved it too. I could smell her arousal in the air as she neared my feet. She hesitated when she got close, looking up at me between my widely spread knees. I put my arm over the back of the couch and watched her keenly as I took another drag from the cigar, tilting my head back to blow the smoke out into the sky. “Does it please you to know that your body makes me positively feral?” I asked her after a moment.

“Yes.” She moaned, biting her lip.

“Come here.” I patted the inside of my thigh. “Kneel between my feet and put your cheek right here.”

She scooted forward and rested her face against the inside of my knee and looked up at me from under her long dark eyelashes. “Now what?” She whispered in apprehension.

“Now you look at me and tell me everything that has happened with the cunt doctor at work.” Her nostrils flared and I watched anger burn in her eyes as she went to lift her face from my leg. But I anticipated that and slid my hand around the back of her neck, pressing her back down before she even moved. “Reward versus punishment, Delilah,” I reminded her. “Tell me what I want to know.”

She swallowed and her neck vibrated under my hand as her pink little tongue swept out over her lips. The things I would do to taste that tongue…

“Nothing has happened with him.” She said, pulling my stare from her lips. “I’ve never touched him; I told you I’ve never touched any other man but you.”

“But he’s tried, hasn’t he?” I asked, sliding my hand around from the back of her neck to the front, wrapping it under her jaw and holding it over her airway. I didn’t tighten it. I didn’t need to, because arousal and excitement burned in her eyes from just the threat of it. “That’s why he is so outraged by you being with me.”

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