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She teased him, rising up with just the head of his cock pressing against the entrance to her pussy. “Is this what the barbarian wants?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Please?”
“Hmm. Youwerea good boy for me just now.”
His hands settled on her thighs. “Please, Ma’am?”
She dropped onto him, making him groan as he struggled to hold back and not shoot too soon. He wanted to savor this for a few minutes, at least.
She slowly rode him, hips rolling in a sexy grind he knew in his dreams and felt like he’d nevernotknown. “You want it?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yes, please, Ma’am.”
Like this she knew him, too, but tonight she took pity on him and didn’t make him beg too much. She rode him, building him up and finally letting him tip over, staying with him until she knew he’d finished and he pulled her in for a long, sweet kiss.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” he whispered, sleep already tugging at him again despite his long nap.
She snuggled next to him. “You’re very welcome, barbarian. Let’s try to make it through the rest of this weekend with no more ER trips.”
“Amen to that, Ma’am.”
Chapter Ten
June fought the irritating mix of relief, fear, and frustration rolling through her as she sat in the ER cube with Maren and waited for discharge papers.
Relief? Thank goodness Maren and Sonya weren’t seriously injured. There would likely be chiropractic sessions in their future, and she was seriously considering paying Nate to come up one evening to work on both of them at their apartment to help with the pain they would no doubt have.
Fear, that her babies could have died, both of them, at the same time, without a chance to tell them one more time that she loved them.
An old, ancient fear she’d never be able to rid herself of, because of the way she’d lost July. It was a fear that nearly crippled her when it came to her loved ones.
And frustration that her daughters were once again living on their own andstillmanaging to cock-block her and Mark. Not just cock-block, but rope-block. They didn’t have to teach or present at the club tonight, they were supposed to volunteer, but he’d planned to do a suspension scene with her later in the evening, before closing time, when they’d be the least busy.
So much forthatplan. Scrye the rigger would have to stay in his box tonight while Mark the husband and dad took care of business up here.
She’d reeeeeally wanted a scene to help clear her mind. Hell, she’dneededit.
Now, she needed one more than ever.
Mark was sitting with Sonya in her cube right next door. No doubt by the time they finally returned home, it’d be after midnight, and the last thing he’d be in the mood for would be play or sex.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Maren said for about the umpteenth time that evening.
June stood and walked over to her. “Honey, you didn’t do anything wrong. Please stop apologizing.” She smoothed her daughter’s hair away from her neck. Both girls would be wearing cervical collars for a few days, at least. “Dad and I are just relieved you’re both okay.Stopapologizing.”
And they’d be driving back up here several times over the next few days. Or, June would, while Mark had to work. Because June knew damn well the girls would barely be able to walk tomorrow, much less drive themselves anywhere. If their apartment was bigger, June would pack a bag and stay with them.
I guess I get a new car out of the deal.
That was a bonus. Not that this was how she’d wanted to get one.
Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.
No, that wasn’t fair, either. She loved her daughters, would kill—literally—for them if need be.
Would die to protect them.
Still, it’d be nice if she could finally reach a point she didn’t have to panic over them.
