Page 153 of Ward Willing
“It’s perfect.”
We eat in comfortable silence, and when she finishes, she sets her plate down and looks over at me.
“That was fun. We should do it more often.”
I place my plate next to hers and pat my thigh. “Come here.” She quickly comes and sits in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I had fun,” I tell her, kissing her neck. I learned a long time ago that Zoe needs words of affirmation and non-sexual physical contact after a scene, so I pull her closer so that she’s fully on top of me. “You were so good, baby girl. From the bar to the role playing… I fucking loved it.”
She hums with delight as I stroke her bare thigh with my hand. “You were, too. Thanks for making one of my biggest fantasies come true.”
“It wasn’t hard,” I tease. “You were always such a good student, little rebel.”
She grins as she looks me in the eye. “I’m so tired. No one told me twenty-three would turn me into an old lady.”
I huff a laugh. “Now you’re rubbing salt in the wound,” I say, leaning forward and nibbling her ear. “Let’s get some rest, okay? We have a big day tomorrow.”
Zoe’s face is bright with excitement as her hands come to her face. “I still can’t believe it’s happening.”
“I can. Because you’re an amazing writer. Come on, let’s go get ready for bed.”
“It’s ten o’clock,” she whines. “We have the suite at The Plaza. And my very hot husband just gagged and bound me beyond my wildest dreams.”
“And?” I ask, hand roving higher up her thigh.
“One more?”
“Zoe—”
“Come on. Just a quickie,” she says, rolling her hips over my erection.
I groan as I spread her legs across my lap slightly. “Fine. One more. But this forty-four year old dad is tired.”
She laughs as I flip her onto the couch. “You’re a DILF if I ever saw one.”
I smile as I reach down and undo the belt of her robe, opening it and staring at her body. The soft skin. The feminine curves. Just knowing she carried, birthed, and fed our son…
“Fine,” I say, sighing dramatically. “One more for my greedy girl.” She giggles as I dive between her legs, squealing when Iverygently bite down on her clit. “But only if you say please.”
“Please!” she yells, bucking her hips. “God, please,” she whimpers.
That’s more like it.
* * *
Zoe
Liam doesn’t let my hand go the entire mile walk to our condo in Lenox Hill. I’m still grinning from the three orgasms he pulled out of me the minute I woke up, and he truly lived up to his word of making sure I enjoyed our time away. As Liam carries our overnight bag over his shoulder, he looks down at me and smiles.
My stomach explodes with butterflies—still.
When we reach the awning of our building, Liam tugs me into him for one last hug before we’re inundated with parenting duties.
“I had a great time with you,” he says, hands on either side of my face.
“I did, too,” I say, smirking. “I mean, Iama lot of fun.”
His eyes flash like they always do when I snark back. “Cheeky. Come on. I bet there’s someone bouncing off the walls to see you.”
We walk into the lobby and greet Herald, the door man, before taking the elevator up to the penthouse. I tried—and failed—to convince Liam to buy a smaller condo when we started looking at places to buy in the city, but he insisted that Bronte would need space as he got older. So, of course that meant the best of the best,because he’s a Ravage and his sonwouldneed the best of the best.
