Page 23 of Forbidden Match

Next, I go into Marcy and Stella’s room, where our six-year-old is bossing her four-year-old sister around while their part-time babysitter is trying to get their stuff packed to go to Gram and Gramps’s house for the weekend. As the girls attack me with their stuffed dinosaurs, I ask if everything’s on schedule.

The babysitter assures me she’ll have the kids out before Molly gets home from work with a harried smile.

True to her word, they pile out a few minutes later, with promise that Mommy will call to say goodnight. After that, I make sure our favorite wine is chilling in the fridge, put her favorite dinner in the oven, and set up a playlist with songs from our wedding.

Every year, we take turns planning something special for Valentine’s Day. It’s our favorite holiday because it brought us together, and last year Molly really outdid herself with aweekend away at the cabin. We still use my old place for vacations, but since Marcy started school, we decided it’s easier to be closer to town.

I look around at the way I’ve transformed the living room, hoping Molly remembers. When I hear her key turning in the lock, I slip behind the door and wait for her to find me. I hear her sigh when she hears the song she walked down the aisle to. That’s when she calls out for me.

“I know you’re here. I can smell my favorite meal cooking.”

I stay quiet, waiting to see her face when she comes into the living room. When it happens, it’s better than I could have ever imagined. She stops dead and puts her hand over her mouth. Her beautiful green eyes widen when she sees all the red and silver hearts, the hundreds of roses, and finally, the image of the matchmaker on our big screen TV—the closest I could get to a hologram.

“Still happy with your soulmate?” I ask, stepping out to reveal myself.

“It looks just like the retreat,” she says.

“I was hoping you’d remember.”

“How could I forget?” she asks. “It was the best weekend of my life.”

“Until the next one, that is,” I remind her, an old joke we started since we just seem to keep getting happier and happier.

“Untilthisone,” she insists, walking into my outstretched arms. Just the feeling of her body pressed against mine and the scent wafting off her hair has my cock stiffening.

She notices instantly and smiles up at me. “What about dinner? It smells like it’s done.”

I waggle my brows. “Wouldn’t be the first dinner we let get cold.”

The next moment, she’s unbuttoning my shirt and stepping out of her heels. I pull her unruly tresses out of the bun she has them in and tug her head back, kissing her as she works to get out of her skirt.

“I love it when you’re in your business clothes,” I tell her, bursting with pride at how successful she’s become with the marketing firm she opened up two years ago. Without her expertise, I don’t think my construction company would have nearly as many jobs.

“But you love it more when I’m out of them,” she says as she tugs her panties down around her ankles.

I make a low growling sound at the sight of her gorgeous body and pick her up. “You know me too well. Now where should we start?”

Because we’re definitely going more than one round this Valentine’s Day.

“How about right here?” she asks before pulling me down to the carpet with her.

“In front of the matchmaker?” I tease with a mock gasp.

She nods, her eyes intense as she reaches for my cock. “I don’t care who sees you fuck me, Levi. Just so long as you get that big cock inside me right now.”

“God, I love you, baby,” I tell her, diving between her spread thighs to lap at her wet, needy pussy.

I lick her until she moans and her hips arch, and then I keep going long after she’s screaming and pulling my hair.

“Beg me,” I rasp at her as I kiss my way up her body to meet her eager mouth. “Tell me what you need.”

Her lush lips curl into a smile as she reaches down to stroke my pulsing cock. “Put this big thing inside me, Levi. You know exactly how I like it.”

Then she pauses, searching my eyes. After a moment, she says, “You know what I really want?”

“Anything,” I tell her, meaning it. She’s my life, my whole world.

“Make me pregnant again.”

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