Page 189 of Ransom

"Oh, that reminds me," Blair says, squeezing my hand. "Max is staying with us tonight. Maggie's got a date with her bathtub. And Connie mentioned she needs to talk to you. She and Nan will come by later."

"Perfect." I tug her hand, leading her toward our house. "Let's have a chat before everyone descends." I love them all, but they're all a bunch of cockblockers.

We pass through what's become the heart of our compound—the circular drive lined with comfortable lawn chairs where we gather most evenings. We insisted on moving the garages to the back, accessed by grassy lanes instead of pavement. We wanted the front to be purely for family.

Inside, I drop my briefcase on the entry table, then flick the lock on the door. My policy is pretty open-door, but right now, I need some quality time with my wife.

I shrug out of my suit jacket and kiss the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. "You smell good enough to eat."

She leans back, looking up at me with a spark in her grey eyes. "Is that so?"

"Mm-hmm." I dip my head, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. She melts into me, her arms snaking up to loop around my neck. I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She tastes like old-school bubblegum. I know if I pat her down, I'll find a pack in her pockets.

I fucking love that taste.

"You're trying to sweet-talk me into something," she murmurs against my lips.

"Is it working?" I ask, trailing kisses down her neck.

She shivers, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. "Maybe."

I scoop her up into my arms, carrying her bridal-style to the living room. She squeaks in surprise, clinging to my neck. "Ransom! Put me down! You're going to pop a gut."

"Nope," I say, kicking my jacket out of the way. "I've got plans for you."

She raises an eyebrow. "Plans, huh?"

I set her down in the living room, turning her to face the couch. "Yep. Now, bend over."

She laughs, looking at me over her shoulder. "Bossy, aren't you?"

I swat her ass lightly, making her yelp. "Only when I need to be."

She sticks her tongue out at me but complies, bending over the cushions of the couch, hands on the back. I run my hands over her hips, up her sides, and around to cup her breasts. She sighs, leaning back into my touch.

“Shit. Wait.” I spin and grab a light silk scarf, then carefully cover Chester’s cage. “Hi Sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy need to have a conversation.” She twitches, squeaking then goes into her little hiding place.

“You guys have a weird relationship,” Blair says, laughing at me.

“It would be weirder to let her watch.”

“Fair.”

I hop over the coffee table, and press my hips against hers, making her gasp. "You have no idea how much I've been thinking about this all day," I murmur, pressing kisses along her shoulder. Two fucking days is too long without her. We havetwenty-five years to make up for, and by my count, that means I need to get inside her at least twice a day to make up for it by the time we’re eighty.

"Oh yeah?" she asks, wiggling her ass against me. "And what exactly have you been thinking about?"

I unbutton her jeans, sliding them down her legs along with her underwear. "About how much I want to taste you," I say, kneeling behind her. I run my hands up her thighs, spreading her legs wider. "About how much I want to make you scream my name."

She shivers as I lean in, running my tongue along her slit. "Ransom..."

"That's a start," I say, circling her clit with my tongue. She moans, her fingers gripping the couch cushions. I slide a finger inside her, then another, pumping slowly as I continue to lick and suck her clit.

Her moans grow louder, her breath coming in short gasps. "Ransom... please..."

"Please what?" I ask, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her.

"Please... don't stop..." she pants, grinding against my face.

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