Page 96 of King of Hearts

I turned and looked over my shoulder to see Taylor sipping from a mug of coffee while leaning in the doorway to the study. I had Alex against my chest, my hand softly patting against her tiny back while she dozed off to the sound of my voice.

“So you can have it easy on your shifts?” I smirked, moving around the desk and a few boxes on the floor.

Taylor laughed but quickly covered her mouth so she didn’t wake our daughter. “Easy…are you kidding me? This teething shit is for the birds. Even with your voice, it’s work, but during my shifts…I don’t know.” She shrugged her slender shoulder. “I miss you.”

I walked around Taylor to the mobile crib we kept in the study. We weren’t quite trusting enough yet to just leave Alex in her crib and rely on video feeds to watch her. We wanted her close at all times. It made for an interesting dynamic in the house. The men who came in already knew to take off their shoes now that Alex was big enough to sit up, and soon she’d be crawling. They also knew to whisper, unless they saw her awake.

I carefully set my daughter in her crib then turned back toward the woman I planned to marry. I’d started calling Alex mine in my head, out loud…other people would call me her dad. I had no idea if Holden would ever come around, but I wasn’t waiting for him to. Alex would grow up knowing me as Dad; there was no changing that.

“You know, I never did get to have you on that desk, and now we’re moving…the desk is staying here, so I think we owe it to each other to fulfill that promise.”

Taylor’s pink lips pursed in thought as she tilted her head to the side.

“We aren’t taking it?”

I grabbed her waist and began pushing her toward the desk. “Nope. I want to get one of those built-in unit things, where you have half the space and I have the other half.” We had slowly started working together, utilizing our position within El Peligro to begin digging at the roots of the organization. It would take time, but for the time being, Charlie had asked if Taylor would be interested in heading up a new nonprofit for young girls who grew up in abusive or violent homes. He thought she’d thrive in a company built on helping young teenage girls overcome their anger and direct them toward a hobby or trade.

She hadn’t entirely committed yet since Alex was still young, but I loved seeing the look in her eye when she began reading up on the vision behind the nonprofit. I knew it was something she was excited about. She’d finished school online between nursing, pumping, and sleepless nights. I couldn’t have been prouder of her efforts and determination to finish her degree, and I had decided I wanted to invest in changing the city for my little girl. I wanted her to have a safe space to play when she went to the parks or walked home with her friends.

So, to start things out, Taylor and I were moving. We wanted to be closer to Decker and Mallory, so we planned to live between Rake Forge and Pinehurst, still close to my family and her parents. It would be a smaller house, which we both preferred, but it still had the opulence of the place my uncle had purchased. Part of the change we wanted to create in El Peligro was how leaders lived fat and lazy while the rest of the family worked tirelessly for scraps. As a leader, I wanted to live within my means. If we ended up needing more space, we’d adjust, but for now it was perfect and private.

Taylor ran her finger along the wood finish on the desk then turned and hopped on top of it, swinging her legs in front of her.

I stepped between her open thighs and brought my fingers to her jaw, brushing aside a few stray strands that had fallen out of place. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, but she’d slept in it, so it was loose and falling out. She still had on her tank top and tiny sleep shorts, similar to the ones she used to wear in front of me when I’d come and check on her in the townhouse. She used to drive me insane with how she’d walk around with half her ass showing.

“So, we should say goodbye to the desk?” she whispered, gripping my t-shirt, pulling me closer until her lips sealed against mine. I moved slowly while she seemed to be in a hurry. I wouldn’t be rushing through this. There were times I had taken this girl fast and hard, but while our little girl slept, I wanted her mother slowly and passionately.

“Yes, preciosa…” I said against her lips, moving my hands down her body.

Our lips moved firmly but slowly against each other, her wet mouth melting into mine, her tongue sweeping out in a vicious claim. I moved my head to the side, and she followed, wrapping her hands around my neck. The urgency in her touch had me letting loose a growl into her mouth. With my hands on her hips, I moved them down to her thighs and pushed them apart, spreading her legs as wide as they’d go. My palm pressed against her chest, forcing her to lie down on the desk. She pulled up her tank on her way down and tossed it into the corner of the room.

I stared down at her body, her creamy skin, still so perfect that sometimes I thought I was dreaming. Her pink nipples hardened under my stare, and her fingers quickly moved to gently caress them; since she was still nursing, she couldn’t apply much pressure. She must have seen the predatory look on my face, because her hips bucked without so much as a touch from me.

“Are you already aching for me, baby?”

I pushed my thumb into her center and began rubbing over the fabric of her shorts. She moaned, palming her breasts while she tried to move her hips to gain purchase somehow.

“Juan…”

“If I move these shorts, how wet are you going to be for me?” I skimmed up and down her slit, and I could already feel her desire through the material. “Should I do this until you soak your shorts?”

Her tongue darted out to lick her full bottom lip while those ocean eyes stayed on me.

My dick thickened in my sweats to a painful degree, making me impatient and eager to taste her. Dragging her shorts down her legs, I tossed them over my shoulder then, with my eyes on her, got to my knees.

I pulled on her ass until she was on the edge of the desk, and then I ran my nose along her soaked slit.

“I was right. Look at this…fuck, baby,” I rumbled into her heat then spread her folds with my finger and licked.

“Oh my god, Juan!” Her voice was still muted enough not to wake up the sleeping baby, but I wasn’t sure how long that would last. “It feels too good.” She moaned, bucking her hips.

“I want to ruin this desk, baby. Put your feet on my shoulders.” She did as I said, which spread her legs wider, and I leaned in to take advantage of the new position. I knew the stretch was a bit much for her, but she liked that. She also liked it when I stretched her in other ways, like when my fingers pressed into that tight bundle of nerves along the crack of her ass.

Today, I wanted to fuck her and ensure she was properly lubricated for the occasion.

I gently lowered her legs, and they dangled there while her chest heaved, her fingers still caressing those perfectly pink nipples.

“I was so close, Juan,” she whined, and I smirked.

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