Page 135 of Prince Charming

“Ah, darlin’. You missed me?”

“So much,” she whispered into his chest.

How could he not make his kiss so spectacularly hot to knock her socks off after that. When he pulled his lips back, he saw how glazed her eyes were.

Mission accomplished.

* * *

Oh, god.

Stars flashed behind her eyes.

Hungry and reaching for his lips.

He pressed his pelvis tightly against her, caging her in with his arms braced either side of her. His mouth dipped to her shoulder. It wasn’t hard to feel him, eh...hard. It swept all thoughts from her rampant mind.

“It is not fair to bring a weapon into the kitchen, Luke.” She chastised, pressing back on him.

He groaned, driving his hips into her ass. “I promise it has nothing but good intentions.”

Oh, she’d wager it didn’t.

There’d been no need to worry about how today would go.

The moment Tag stepped into her house, he’d put everyone at ease.

The children most of all.

It took no time at all for Lily. She climbed off Marianna’s lap and shyly made her way over to Tag sitting on the floor flipping through the stack of new books he’d brought for them. After thirty minutes, she was sitting on his lap giggling at all the voices he made as he read aloud.

It took Pasha longer. Throughout dinner he listened, as her boy was prone to do. He still wasn’t talking to her. Only to his sister. But Marianna noted how interested in Tag he was, especially when Tag dropped in how he’d take them to play in his gym.

Galina was in love with him.

He took it all in his stride.

Sending her saucy, lovely winks whenever their eyes met.

Now they were alone in the kitchen while she packed up the leftovers of his favorite shoofly pie for him to take home. “Trying to seduce me, darlin’? ‘Cause it’s working.”

“Oh, yeah?” Turning in his arms, rubbing against his hardness, he grunted a sexy noise. Offering her thumb up to his mouth, coated in pie cream.

It was a mistake because his suck was felt in her pussy. It was Marianna this time who moaned quietly as he cleaned her thumb with slow sucks.

“Baby boy…” she whimpered her sexual despair.

They were combustible energy, dying to come together in an almighty detonation.

He knocked her with his pelvis and her moan was turbo charged.Needy.

The counter was a good height for this; she thought. He could lift her onto the edge and pull open her legs. She could reach down for his belt, have it open in seconds, feel his solid length for herself. She loved swallowing his unrestrained moans.

She knew he loved when she got worked up and used clumsy, desperate hands on him.

Another slow hip thrust that drove them both crazy. “Feed me again,” Tag grunted. She didn’t hesitate. Dragging two fingers through the pie leftovers, she offered them up to Tag, brushing cream over his bottom lip. He took them into his waiting mouth, wrapping his tongue around them with a long suck.

Oh, god. She swore in Russian and he chuckled his amusement. Sucking harder. His eyes on fire as they watched each other keenly.

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