Page 55 of Redeem Me

‘You’re right. Everything is not okay.’ I lick my lips in anticipation. ‘You’ve wasted weeks working from home. Now you’ve finally remembered what your dick is for, you’re leaving the country.’

He shoots me a wicked smile, placing his hands on my hips, nudging his rock-solid cock against my slit. ‘Don’t worry, baby girl. Daddy will be home soon. If you’re good while I’m away, I might even bring you back a present.’ He drives himself deep inside of me, filling me, consuming me. His thick fingers grip my hips tightly enough to leave marks.

I arch my back to meet his relentless thrusts. ‘The only present I want is your penis.’

‘And you will have it,’ he promises, pummelling into me, before dragging himself out to the very tip and railing in hard again, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside my centre again and again. The angle is flawless, so deep, so decadent.

Another orgasm builds, this one even more debilitating than the first. There’s something so carnal about him driving into me from behind.

When his fingers dance over my skin to my stomach and skirt down over that sensitive bundle of nerves, I don’t stand a chance. The cry that leaves my lips is animalistic, and loud enough to wake the neighbours over a kilometre away.

My core clenches his thick length in a vice-like grip, dragging him into oblivion with me. He calls my name like a fucking curse as his hot release mingles with mine.

‘That should do it,’ he says, peppering tiny delicate kisses over the back of my shoulder.

‘Do what?’ I gasp, glancing over my shoulder at his smug smirk.

His head whips towards the open balcony doors. Jared is standing with his mouth open, staring up at us like he’s just witnessed the second coming, which, technically, he did.

My face falls into my hands as Caelon slides himself out of me. ‘You knew he was watching!’

Caelon shrugs, tucking his shirt into his trousers. ‘What kind of man would I be if I didn’t mark my territory?’

‘A shameless one.’ I don’t know if I’m horrified or horny again.

‘Short of tattooing my name on your pretty pussy, it was the best I could do.’ He shrugs as he shoots me a wolfish smile. ‘If he so much as looks at you while I’m away, I won’t just fire him. I’ll fire a twelve-gauge gun at his balls.’

His possessiveness should be disturbing. Should be, butI’ve been dreaming about him claiming me since the first night he slipped his fingers in me.

I rise from the bed, smoothing down my hair. Caelon yanks me into his arms, hot lips capturing mine, and I melt into his embrace. His tongue invades my mouth, hands sliding over the small of my back, pressing me further into him. When he finally breaks away, a tiny mew slides from my mouth.

‘I should wash you down, but I like the thought of leaving my mark all over you.’ his dark eyes bore into mine and he cups my chin, tilting my face upwards. ‘Be good while I’m away. Remember, no one touches what’s mine. Not even you.’

‘Safe travels.’ I brush the tips of my fingers over his sharp jawline.

‘I’ll call you later,’ he promises before spinning on his heels.

I collapse back onto the bed. A quick glance at my watch shows it’s not quite five thirty. The kids won’t be awake for another hour at least. My eyelids flutter shut, the image of Caelon burned into the back of them forever more.

When I wake, it’s almost seven. I shower, dress, and get the kids up and ready for the day. I shove Owen’s bedsheets in the wash and grab a coffee while Liz makes the kids pancakes for breakfast. She hums a chirpy tune under her breath. She’s in a good mood this morning. Mind you, after multiple orgasms, she’s not the only one. Maybe she’s getting railed by some hot daddy, too. It’s always the quiet ones, well, apart from me.

Samuel strides in with a smirk on his lips.

‘What’s so funny?’ I demand as he hovers at the back door.

‘Nothing.’ He straightens his impeccable suit, and puts afinger to the Bluetooth in his ear. ‘I just came in to see if you need a ride this morning.’ He emphasises the word ride.

Heat stains my cheeks. He couldn’t know, could he?

‘Yes, actually, we do, if you don’t mind. The kids asked to go into the city this morning, so if you feel like accompanying us, I won’t say no.’ Finding a parking space anywhere is Dublin is like finding a four-leaf clover in a dessert.

‘How was your day off yesterday?’ His lips lift into another smirk.

‘Very satisfactory, thank you,’ I snap, and he actually laughs.

‘I thought as much.’ He waggles his thick, bushy eyebrows.

I close my eyes and will the world to disappear.

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