Page 77 of Bride on the Dotted Line

But inside—at the back of the kitchen, in my office—all I hear is her.

Soft gasps, the way she breathes my name, the delicious, broken moans she makes as I push myself into her.

Sienna is beneath me, sprawled across my office desk, her dress bunched around her hips. She digs her nails into the shoulders of my suit jacket. The charity gala is in less than an hour, but I can’t bring myself to care—not when my wife is spread out like this, her cheeks flushed and exquisite.

"Nick," she murmurs with that little rasp in her voice, her fingers tangling in my hair. "We—oh God—we have to?—"

"Have to what?" I murmur against her throat, kissing my way down to where I’ve pushed the neckline of her dress beneath her breasts. I suck her left nipple into my mouth, forcing myself to go slow inside her. It’s a fucking miracle I can form words. "Cancel the gala? Let them wait?"

She laughs, but it turns into another groan as I adjust the angle of my hips, hitting that spot that makes her shudder. "You're impossible."

I grin against her. "You love me."

Her hands tighten, pulling me closer, and she doesn’t deny it.

Our bodies rock back and forth. I can still taste her arousal on my tongue; for the last half an hour, she was propped on my office chair, legs spread while I made her come apart with my mouth. Now, I let myself pick up the pace. I thrust into her hard.

“Yes,” she whispers, and reaches behind her head to grip the edge of my desk, tendons straining in her wrists. “Yes, Nick. Please.”

Her voice dissolves into little gasps.God—that sound. Two years into our marriage, and I’ll never get tired of it.

How could I?

I love her.

I love the way Sienna fits around me, her body gripping mine like we’re made for each other. I love the way she looks up at me, trust carved into her features, into that sweet, sighing part of her lips. I love the life we’ve built together—slow mornings tangled in bed, the way she steals bites from my plate at dinner, the way she kisses me goodbye like she already misses me. I love …

Sienna writhes beneath me. “I’m going to come again,” she says, and a hot, incandescent shiver works through me, pleasure gathering in the head of my cock.

“You come for me,” I instruct her, and she does, her orgasm drowning my senses. Her back arches off the desk, bringing our bodies flush together. I snake an arm around her back to hold her against me.

“Nick—oh my God?—”

I fuck her through her orgasm, and even before she fully comes down, I’m coming, too. We’re skin against skin, and I groan, my fingers curling around the perfect curve of her waist.

“Sienna.” I manage to choke out her name once, twice, before the taut squeeze of pleasure at the head of my cock lets go. She bites my shoulder, her legs holding me tight as I empty inside her, the feeling so intimate, so perfect, so fucking amazing that I can barely think.

After, while we’re still catching our breath, I help her clean up, running tissues from the box on my filing cabinet between her legs. She sits up with a mock glare.

“You are a terrible influence, Nick Harwood.”

“Who, me?”

“We’re definitely going to be late.”

I smirk at her, zipping up my fly. “You can’t tell me you’re ready to try for a baby and expect menotto fuck you right then and there.”

She laughs, smoothing the front of her lacy black dress. “If we conceive a child in the back of Ember & Hearth, I swear to God …”

“It would be perfect,” I tell her. I lean down and kiss her, my heart thrilling at the idea of her being a mom. She’s going to be amazing at it. I can’t wait to see her scare the hell out of all the other parents at day care. “The restaurant is part of our home. The two Michelin stars are just a bonus, really.”

Sienna snorts, kissing me back. Then her voice turns earnest. “You’re going to be a great dad,” she tells me, as if she’s been reading my mind.

My stomach does a nervous squirm. I straighten, catching sight of myself in the picture frame across the room. The picture is of me, Sienna, and her parents at the opening celebration for Ember & Hearth nearly a year ago. Lena and Mason were behind the camera, no doubt laughing over some inside joke. Sienna’s dad beamed with pride the whole night.

Victor missed the party, citing legal meetings he couldn’t get out of.

I will be a great dad, I tell myself.

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