Page 110 of It Must Be Fate

His charming smile is back, the one he keeps only for me. He holds me tighter. “Look at us compromising. We’re so good at this marriage thing, sweetheart.”

I laugh loudly, my hands moving to close around the back of his neck. “What are you doing here anyway? Did Rachel call you?”

“No, but as it happens, she was very relieved when I appeared. I understand why now.” He dips his head and seals his mouth to mine in a sweet kiss. “I wanted to see you.”

I cup his cheek fondly. “You’re in my office more than you are your own, you know.”

“We can easily remedy that if you come work at CKI.” His hands tighten on my waist. “Be my chief counsel. I need your brilliant mind to keep my ass out of jail.”

Rogue has been trying to get me to come work for Crowned King Industries almost as long as I’ve been a licensed solicitor. I’ve always refused, preferring to have a separation of church and state in our household, but these days my refusals are getting less and less staunch.

“That’s getting more tempting with every spoiled, rich asshole I represent.”

“Exactly,” he says, nodding. “At CKI, the only spoiled, rich asshole you’ll have to represent is me. And I’m pretty sure you like me so that’s half the battle won already,” he adds with a pleased smirk.

“Like you?” His eyes narrow. “Baby, Iloveyou.”

A sound of pure male satisfaction rumbles up his chest and he releases me. My brows pull together when he heads for the door, but he closes and locks it, then comes right back to me.

“There’s another reason I came to see you, but it’ll have to wait.”

“What do you m—”

My words cut off when his mouth slams down on mine. The force of his kiss pushes me back into the wall. He cups the side of my neck and rubs circles over my pulse point with his thumb as his mouth moves over mine.

Fire ignites low in my gut at the way he touches me, his hands as worshipful as they’ve always been. I’m pressed against the wall, trapped beneath his massive body, the heat of him engulfing me and there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be. I arch into his touch and he groans low in his throat.

“Do you know how fucking hard watching you verbally eviscerate that wanker made me?” When I shake my head, breathless and incapable of words, he cups my ass. “Do you want me to show you?”

I nod and he uses his hold on my ass to press me into his very hard cock.

“You’re blushing,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Seventeen years since we first slept together and you’re still blushing.” He buries his face in my neck, his tongue coming out to lick the skin at my throat. “Could you be any more perfect?”

“A good singing voice and I’d be unstoppable.”

He laughs and his lips find mine again, his entire frame shaking from his laughter.

Palming my thigh, he runs his hand up the length of my leg and to my hip where his fingers toy with the line of my thong. He hooks his index under it and slowly starts pulling it down, his mouth still claiming mine.

I’m panting wantonly into the kiss, my hands gripping his hair as I pull him closer, always closer. When my panties are off, he lifts me into his arms. My legs wrap around him andhe groans loudly, the sound almost pained. He paws at my ass, greedy fingers digging into my flesh, and walks us over to my desk chair.

He sits, bringing me down onto his lap. For a couple minutes, all we do is kiss. I grind my pussy into him, rocking my hips back and forth over the length of him until he’s making near feral sounds of pleasure. Hearing the way I affect him even after all this time and after four babies heats my blood to dangerous degrees.

It takes all my strength, both mental and physical, to rip my lips from his, push off his chest and stand. Rogue leans forward immediately and reaches for me blindly, his eyes still closed.

He’s so lust-addled, he’s stuttering, barely able to string two words together as he finally manages to peel his eyes open. “What the– What are you… Where are you going?” His pupils are dazed, his voice thick with desire, his hair disheveled, his lips shining from my lipgloss.

“Nowhere,” I answer. Then I spread his legs and drop to my knees between them.

“Fuck,” he groans when I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his trousers with practiced expertise.

I pull his cock out, wrapping my hand around him as best I can, and go in for the kill. I run my tongue up the underside of his shaft from the base up. When I get to the tip, I close my mouth around him and push down his length, taking his entire cock into my mouth.

“Jesus,” he gasps. “You’re a dream, you know that? My favorite fucking fantasy.”

I hum in acknowledgement of his praise even as I continue bobbing up and down his cock. I loosen my jaw and relax my throat, taking him as far back as I can until my nose is pressed against his stomach. He fists my hair with both hands and guidesmy head up and down. He’s muttering unintelligibly; filthy, heated words of love and lust.

When I cup his balls and roll them between my fingers, his head falls back and he curses loudly. I hollow my cheeks and suction just the tip into my mouth and his entire body shudders, goosebumps erupting across his stomach.

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