Page 54 of Temel

“If you’s married, does that mean Temel is my daddy now?”

Her breath caught as she gave Temel a helpless glance. He leaned forward to take Tommy’s hand.

“Would you like that?”

Tommy nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah! I love you better than anyone. Except Mama,” he added with a guilty look at her. “And Dora and Angel.”

“That means you have lots of love to go around,” Temel said solemnly. “I would be honored to be your father.”

“Yay!” Tommy cheered, then hugged him as she swiped surreptitiously at the tears slipping down her cheeks.

“Congratulations,” Dora whispered, leaning over to hug her. “I’m very happy for both of you. And the squirt.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. But Temel is right, it just means more love to go around.”

“I know. And he’s a great guy, but I had a dad. That hasn’t changed.”

“I understand.”

The all too ready tears glistened in Dora’s eyes, but she only hugged her, repeated her congratulations, and fled.

Naffon and Kalpar also offered their congratulations. She believed they meant it, and from the way Temel’s shoulders relaxed, he did too.

The party broke up not long after that, and she and Temel put Tommy to bed. He kept looking at them and grinning, but sleep eventually won out and then Temel focused on her.

“And now it is my turn,” he whispered as he lifted her into his arms, a dark promise in his words that already had her nipples stiff and aching.

He’d carried her around a lot over the past week, but this was different, the heat already flaring between them. She pressed small sucking kisses to his neck as he walked, and his hand tightened on her ass.

“Do that again and I’ll throw you down and ravish you right here.”

She licked the curve of his ear instead and he groaned. The next instant he flung the bedroom door open and carried her into their room. He set her down, checking to make sure she could stand easily, then took a step back, his eyes devouring her as he circled her body. Goosebumps flared on her arms, feeling exposed to his hungry gaze, even though she was still fully dressed.

“Remove your clothing,” he ordered when he completed his circuit, and the command in his voice sent an excited shiver down her spine.

She obeyed silently, letting her dress slip to the ground, leaving her in her thin chemise. He circled her again, and this time he touched her as he did—brief teasing touches that sent her arousal soaring.

He paused in front of her, looking down at her flushed face and stiff nipples.

“Very pretty,” he said, plucking at her nipple through the thin cotton, and her clit pulsed with excitement. “Does that mean you are ready for me?”

Without waiting for a response, he tugged the chemise higher, revealing her pale, curvy thighs and the soft curls between them, already pearled with arousal. He growled his approval, his finger sliding through the slick folds, and her knees threatened to give out as he circled her swollen clit. She whimpered a protest when he removed his finger, sliding it into his mouth with a groan of satisfaction.

“Delicious.”

He repeated the movements, but this time he pushed his finger lightly against her mouth until her lips parted. The taste of her own arousal was surprisingly erotic, and his eyes flared silver as she sucked on his finger.

“I can’t wait any longer.”

His voice was a harsh growl, but it only added to her excitement.

“Then don’t,” she said. “I want you just as much.”

He growled again, then spun her around, bending her over the bed.

“Hold on.”

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