Page 125 of Rook of Ruin
After the carriage ride, we slowly got into a wonderfully normal routine, and now, three weeks later, I finally feel like myself. It’s like last month never happened, and I’m blissed out of my mind with Simon’s affection and kindness.
I was wrong to think I would need to protect Milo. Simon would slaughter an army for him; I can tell just by the way he treats Milo as his own . . . but I still have yet to tell Simon.
Regardless, I love our new life, and I feel trulyloved.
Bursting into Simon’s study, a grin splayed out on my face, Isle and Simon are startled by my presence, but not more so than the ten warriors in new black-and-silver fighting leathers standing at attention before them.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I would be interrupting.” I take a step back, but Simon waves me forward with an excited smile.
“Dismissed.” Isle speaks firmly.
I sit down in a leather chair and smooth out my dark green skirt as the warriors leave. I try to act normal, indifferent, butinside, I’m a mess. Too long I have gone without him, and Ineedhim.
Simon runs a hand through his curly hair, and I bite my lip thinking about running my own hands through it. I’m so solely focused on his face, I miss what Isle is saying.
Simon’s eyes search my face, and he takes note of my sultry grin. “Isle, I need some time with my wife.”
She looks between us and bites back a smile, leaving us and locking the door behind her.
Simon crosses the space between us and leans against his desk, folding his arms, his black-and-silver tunic pulling across his broad chest. “O, is there a reason you are giving me that look?”
“What look would that be, Simon?”
“Hmmm . . . the look that says you would take my hand if I offered it.”
“Are you offering it?”
“Maybe.” He smirks.
“Maybe you should offer me more than a hand.”
“Then I offer you my heart and my soul.” He holds out his hand, and my eyes shine as I take it and stand, then place my arms around his neck. His arms immediately snake around my hips.
“Good. I accept both. However, I’ll also take your cock.”
He laughs. “Orlaith, I am yours, all of me.” He pauses. “But, I think before I take you into our bedroom, we need to have a serious discussion.” He releases me gently and folds his arms. “About children.”
I burst out laughing, sitting back down in the chair. “About children?”
“Yes. I would like more.”
I dip my head and smile. “How many more?”
“How about—”
I give him a sultry grin and interrupt, “I’ve already decided for us.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes.” I tease, “I’m only going to tell you in a carriage ride by a lake.”
“Oh really?” Simon’s voice becomes husky. He bends down over the chair, and my breath is taken away. Simon lifts my skirt, finding me bare and very wet. I decided that I didn’t want to mess with any underwear today. I watch his eyes go wide, and he pulls me forward on the edge of the chair, rubbing my clit and sliding a finger inside of me. “Orlaith. I’m not going to use any protection.”
“I didn’t think you would.” I lean my head back and sigh as he slides another finger in. Simon’s breath becomes just as needy as mine. He removes his fingers and pulls me to the floor, his mouth meeting mine.
I pull down his pants quickly, and Simon doesn’t pause before pushing his hard length into me. I moan out his name as he waits for me to adjust. “Orlaith, it’s been awhile, and you’re so fucking tight. I’m not going to last long, but I swear I’ll take care of you later.”
I kiss him gently so he knows there is no judgement. Simon tries to go slow, but he growls when I move my hips with his thrust, wanting more friction. His length swells inside me, his seed spilling into me.
