“I’m pretty sure it’s your dick.”
He moved again, and with each slide, the friction built by slow degrees. It was like savoring the most decadent dessert.
“Or maybe it’s us,” I said. “Like we’re made for each other.”
“That must be it,” he said. He dipped his head and kissed me, his body moving in and out of me. For the first time in my life, I felt truly connected to another person. Not just
through our bodies, but through our hearts. Our souls.
His lips trailed along my jaw toward my ear as his body continued to move smoothly, steadily, and oh, so sweetly.
“Do you want children someday, Brooke?” he whispered.
“Yes. I want a whole bunch of them.”
He groaned.
“I want to be the wife who gives you everything you want, Mo. Everything you deserve.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“You. Just you.”
He lifted his head and stared down on me. “I’m yours. For as long as you want me.”
“How about forever?”
“Forever it is.” He continued to gaze down on me, his hips picking up speed as our desire and need mixed hotter and hotter, and my pussy throbbed with need. “Come on me, Brooke. Come and take me with you.”
Like that, our gazes holding, our bodies moving, our love wrapping around us, he pushed me up and up until that one perfect moment when I shattered, my body grabbing on to his and taking him with me to sweet heaven.
He rolled until he was on his back, pulling me close to him. For a moment, I wondered if he’d revert. If he’d let his old concerns muddy the waters between us again.
“I was a fool not to love you sooner,” he said.
“I’ll agree with that.” I looked up at him and grinned.
He laughed, and I rested my head on his chest, loving to feel the steady beat of his heart on my cheek.
“You’re not really going to resign, are you?” I asked as I played with the hairs on his chest.
“I…it seems like the best thing.”
“No, it doesn’t.” I lifted my head. “Unless you’re ashamed of me or us.”
“No, baby.” He fingered strands of my hair. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me.”
“Then you don’t have to resign. And if it’s a problem that we’re married, I’ll go work somewhere else. Or we can start having babies now.”
He jerked back. “So fast?”
“Well, I might like a little more time to have you for myself. The point is, whatever issues come, we can deal with them, Mo.”
He nodded. “You’re right. And if Sinclair wins the election, I’ll make sure she doesn’t fire you.”
I lifted my head again. “You told her about us?”
He nodded. “I felt like my life was fucked, and I had to make changes that included her taking over. I figured since she’d had a fake marriage, she’d understand.”