Page 46 of His Sweet Torment
Padme relaxed. “Good.” She felt washed-out. “Can we go back to the hotel now?”
Enver ran his hand down her silky hair. “Of course, baby.”
“Do you want to go out to eat, or shall we get room service?” Enver’s hand hovered over the hotel room phone.
“Oh, room service, please, if that’s okay with you. I just want a hot bath, some good food, and you. I need to get the stink of the case off of me.”
Enver grinned. “Sounds perfect. Here’s the menu. Choose what you would like, and I’ll go run you a bath.”
Padme smiled at him. “I love you, Toscano.”
He gave her the finger pistols, making her giggle, and disappeared into the bathroom. Padme sat back on the bed and looked around the vast suite—the best in Seattle, of course. The view out of the huge glass windows was worth the price alone. She wished she could call Dale and brag, but the lawyer had advised them to stay apart until after Dale had testified the next day. “We don’t want even a hint of impropriety or collusion,” Ben said firmly. “Our case is tight, but it could always be tighter, you know?”
The same went for Padme’s mother, Severin. They had spoken briefly on the telephone, but Severin had agreed with Ben Kline. “We have plenty of time, Pad. Stay strong.”
So, for the moment, it was just her and Enver, and she couldn’t complain about that. She glanced down at the menu, choosing the steak and fries—she needed the iron and the grease, she figured.
Enver joined her in the tub, and she lay back against him. He traced soapy patterns on her swollen belly. “We haven’t discussed any names for the kids, you know.”
“Maybe we should, now that they’re almost here.”
“Okay, go for it.”
“For the girl, I like Ruby or Phoebe. Or maybe you want something Italian?”
“I like Phoebe. It’s Latin and Phoebe Toscano sounds good. Yeah, Phoebe. Pheebs. Deal.”
Padme laughed. “That was easy. Now, how about the boy …Enver Jr.?”
Enver wrinkled his nose. “No, I’ve never liked when fathers name their sons after themselves—it’s like them saying, ‘you are merely an extension of me, not your own person.’”
Padme felt her heart warm. God, this man … “I love you for saying that …but I do love your name—maybe for a middle name?”
“That I can live with.”
“Except we are not having ‘Phoebe Padme.’ That’s too much.” They both laughed.
“What, no calling her ‘PeePee’?” Enver feigned disappointment, and Padme laughed.
“Hell, to the no. So, back to the boy monster …I would like an Italian name for him. Any suggestions?”
Enver blew out his cheeks. “So much choice. Can I think about it?”
“Sure.” She sat up and turned around in the large tub, straddling him. Enver caught her mouth with his, his hands running over her breasts.
His eyes were soft with love and desire. “Have I told you that you get more beautiful by the day, Ms. Kaur?”
Padme smiled.” You have, and I thank you, gorgeous man.” She reached down between his legs and stroked his already half-erect cock. “See this? This would make other men feel inadequate.” She ran the tip along her sex. “And other women scream with jealousy.” She notched the tip of his cock into her entrance and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Enver Toscano. Fuck me hard.”
He thrust up, filling her cunt with his rock-hard cock, and she shuddered with pleasure. She began to slide herself along his shaft. “God, Enver. I’ll never, ever get tired of this.”
“Even when we’re old?”
“Especiallywhen we’re old.”
They both laughed, but then they began to get more intense as the excitement built, their bodies curving towards each to her as they fucked in the cooling water.
“My only complaint,” she gasped. “Is that I can’t wait to be underneath you again. I love it when you press my knees to my chest and ream me into submission.”
