Page 113 of It Must Be Fate

It’s a rare moment of peace in our otherwise bustling household and we’re savoring the calm. It’ll be over before we know it — Suki should be home sometime in the next fifteen minutes and the others won’t be far behind.

Tonight, we’re attending the hundredth anniversary party for Crowned King Industries, Rogue’s company. It’s a black-tie event guaranteed to be full of pomp and circumstance.

I’m looking forward to it—it’s been too long since I danced with my husband.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. Let me check.” He pulls out his phone and scrolls through his emails until he tracks down the invite. “Starts at…” He groans. “Ten pm.”

I laugh softly at his ill-tempered exclamation and give him a teasing smile. “Are you getting too old for ten pm starts, grandpa?”

His eyes flick to me and he lifts an unimpressed brow. “No.”

“Is this when we finally start to feel the dreaded age gap between us?” I sigh. “I knew you were too good to be true.”

“Nera…”

“It starts with complaining about how late parties start, and next thing you know you’re popping two Viagra just to perform. It’s a shame to think you could deteriorate so quickly, babe.”

Tristan chuckles easily, a laugh that tells me he’ll make me pay for baiting him. He stands and rounds the table over to my side. Grabbing the seat of my chair with one hand, he yanks it backwards and turns me towards him.

His face comes down inches from my own, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. My breaths falter even as my heart starts beating faster, excitement thrumming to life in my blood.I love how easy he is to rile up.

“If you’re questioning my stamina, I’m more than happy to prove myself to you right now.” His hand cuffs my throat, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin there. He makes a soft sound of satisfaction when he sees me shiver beneath his touch. “You’ll regret provoking me when I fuck you for five hours uninterrupted.”

Without giving me a chance to answer, his mouth crashes down on mine. His hand moves from my throat to cup the back of my neck as his tongue thrusts past my lips, searching for mine with a desperation that makes it seem like the last time he had me was weeks ago and not less than twelve hours ago.

I’m about to lose myself in the moment, in the mindless lust, when an arrow of lucidity pierces through, reminding me that if I don’t stop this, Tristan and I may very well end up traumatizing at least one of our children.

“Tris,” I gasp, pushing against his chest.

His lips rip from mine against their will, his heaving chest evidence of how I affect him. Tristan immediately reaches for me again, his face coming towards me, intent on recapturing my lips.

“Tristan, stop.” Only my resolved shove keeps him from claiming my mouth again. His settles into an unhappy line as he lifts his eyes to mine.

“We can’t… Suki,” I pant, catching my breath. “Suki’s going to be home soon.”

“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his forehead to mine and closing his eyes. “Fuck.”

When I notice the way his hard length tents his trousers, I can’t help but giggle.“Maybe you should walk that off before she gets home.”

He grunts grumpily, adjusting his cock with a pained sound of unmet need. With a heavy breath, he pulls himself away from me. “Don’t start something you can’t finish again.”

“Technically, you—”

“Youstarted it,” he interrupts, gritting his teeth in agony. “And your ass will suffer for it later.”

I shiver at his ominous promise and he doesn’t miss it, his eyes darkening until they’re nothing more than two black disks.

He takes a step towards me, then stops himself.

“No.” He turns on his heels and away from me, chastising himself beneath his breath. “No.”

“Down boy,” I call out with another laugh.

Tristan looks over his shoulder at me. His eyes flash, then narrow in a promise of upcoming retribution.I know what that look means and I swallow thickly in anticipation.

“Bend over the table.”

“We don’t h—”

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