Page 127 of Heart Taker

Silas: That’s a hard no to the strippers. I’m trusting you guys to do this right. Night.

I silenced my phone and set it aside, reaching for Damien.

“Now, where were we—” I whispered.

“I was about to strip for you.”

“Yes, please.”

Damien stood up in front of me and reached for his shirt. I leaned back against the couch and watched him, palming my dick as it grew hard. Suddenly, like I’d poured the cold beer over my head instead of down my throat, I remembered that we weren’t alone in the house.

“By the way, Jo said to tell you goodnight, he’s gone off to the guest room,” Damien offered. “And Selwin’s asleep on the couch.”

“Perfect.”

“But we still need to be quiet.”

Damien straddled my lap, and I gripped his thighs, holding on tight.

“I can only think of one way to do that,” I whispered, licking a path up his neck, over his jaw and finally, to those lips I couldn’t get enough of. “Fuck my mouth, Damien.”

“God, yes.”

“Better yet, I want you to fuck mine at the same time as I fuck yours.”

“Keep talking like that and you’re going to make me come in my jeans,” he admitted.

I ran my hands up his thighs and around his hips, cupping his ass, and there was no mistaking the shudder that ran through his body.

“Don’t you dare,” I insisted. “That cum is all mine.”

I moved quickly, flipping Damien until his back hit the couch and I was staring down at him.

He smiled wide, and when that dimple in his left cheek popped out, I was a goner. My husband was gorgeous, sexy, an incredible man, inside and out.

And all mine.

“Ever have sex in here?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“Well, then, let’s get this honeymoon started right.”

Damien

I woke up the next morning with a swollen mouth, a sore throat, and a satisfied grin. Wrapped tightly around my gorgeous husband, I soaked in the moment of total contentment. After last night’s playful round of sex in my office, Silas and I snuck back through the house and made our way to my bedroom. Our bedroom. Both of us crashed hard.

Despite what I knew was going to be a long and difficult day ahead, with Silas by my side, I was happier than I’d ever been.

The house was quiet, so I assumed it was early. I rolled over and glanced at my phone; it was shy of seven a.m. I shut off my alarm before it started chiming.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I turned back to find Silas blinking at me with slumberous eyes.

“Nowhere. I was checking the time,” I whispered. “It’s seven. We need to get up soon.”

“Not yet,” Silas grumbled and reached for me. “And it’s too damn early to get out of bed.”

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