Page 64 of A Wife's Duty

“Is he asleep?”

“Not yet, but I could smell dinner. I’ll go and wake him up if he is. I don’t want him getting sick with sunburn.”

Lucia turned on her heel and was already out the door. Boone looked down at Betty, who had sat on the tiled floor, looking up at him.

“You’re an adorable girl, and you already know it, don’t you?”

Her tongue came out the side of her mouth, and she looked a little on the goofy side, like she was actually smiling at him. She was just too fucking adorable.

He squatted down on his haunches and reached out, stroking the back of her neck. “It’s okay, girl. Even if you are pregnant, your babies are going to be well cared for. You see, your new mommy is going to be a sucker for all of them.” He had no doubt when it came to Betty’s children, they were not going to be able to sell a single one. His very quiet and peaceful home was going to be overrun with tiny little dogs. For Lucia, he didn’t mind.

Frank came in, yawning his ass off.

“What’s for dinner?” Frank asked.

Boone served their dinner, along with the sweating bread. It could have been worse, but thankfully, it wasn’t. The food was good.

It was also getting late.

Frank went to bed first, and Lucia looked down at Betty, when it was time for them to retire. Boone knew that leaving Betty downstairs was not an option. Down he went, picking the dog up in his arms and carrying her upstairs to their bedroom. It would seem even though Betty was more than happy to go walking around the house earlier, she was too tired now. Also, those puppy dog eyes she gave him were impossible to ignore, and he needed to carry her.

Lucia carried the dog bed with her. He was not going to have the dog on the bed, and he opened the closet for Lucia to put the bed down. The closet was going to remain open, but there was enough space for Betty. She would be close enough for them to hear, but giving them privacy as well. He waited to see if Betty was going to be difficult, but he didn’t have to worry, as she climbed into bed and settled in.

Now, he looked toward Lucia and held his hand out.

She went straight to him. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” He would do anything for her.

Walking into the en-suite bathroom, he pulled Lucia into his arms. He cupped her face, tilted her head back, and took possession of her lips.

She let out a sigh. “That was amazing.”

And he kissed her again, this time he traced his tongue across her lips, and she let out a gasp. Plundering her mouth, he deepened the kiss, loving the taste of her lips. Lucia pressed her tongue against his, and they danced together.

Pulling at her shirt, he broke the kiss long enough to throw her shirt across the room. He didn’t even take the time to see where it had landed. Next, he took care of her pants. They were easy to take care of. Now she stood in a bra and panties, both of which were black. He pressed his face against her crotch and breathed her in. In response, she let out a moan.

He was growing inpatient, and he tore the panties right off her body. Standing up, he then removed her bra, and that fell to the floor.

Lucia was now naked, and he was very much dressed. She didn’t seem too happy about that. He wanted to run his hands all over her body, to learn every inch of her and find what made her yearn for more.

Instead, he was patient, allowing Lucia to remove his clothes. He’d already dispensed with the jacket he was wearing. It was up to Lucia to remove his shirt, pants, and boxer briefs, which she did with shocking speed. Not that he was complaining, seeing as his own patience was starting to wear thin, and he wanted her, badly.

The moment they were both naked, he stepped them into the shower and pressed her up against the wall. Turning on the shower stall, he gritted his teeth as the spray hit him, but he didn’t want Lucia to feel the cold.

Taking possession of her mouth, he kissed her again. He would gladly kiss her for the rest of their lives. He was addicted to the feel of her lips on his, and he didn’t want to stop kissing her. He consumed each moan for himself.

Running his hands down her body, he tried to hold back, but he needed to feel her. He spun her around, cupping her cheek, tilting her head toward him. He kissed her, and at the same time ran his other hand down her body, stroking across her tightened nipple. Moving from one to the other, he stroked each bud, pinching the tip, before he went straight toward her pussy.

Cupping her in his hand, he slid a finger through her soaking wet slit and then pressed forward, hearing her soft, subtle gasp. He pushed knuckle deep, pulling out, and adding a second finger. She was still so tight, and with a second finger he tried to stretch her cunt so she could take him without feeling a smidge of pain. She whimpered, the sound echoing around the room.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No.”

“Good.”

He pulled his fingers from her cunt and stroked them up toward her clit. Kissing her lips, he started to stroke her clit, sliding his finger back and forth, circling over her bud. He felt her body start to shake as her orgasm climbed. Boone didn’t hold back, though. He pushed her over the edge, hearing her cry out seconds before he kissed her. Boone held her within his arms as the orgasm took over her body. There was no holding back, no acting. This was all woman, pure and simple. His woman. And he didn’t want to let her go.

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