“I can’t.”
Ben eased me back onto his desk, and I covered the pile of paperwork, but he didn’t complain. Instead, he bent his head and licked my pussy, slowly savoring it with delicate strokes. I moaned and arched against him, loving the way he teased and caressed me. His tongue expertly moved along my petals as his fingers slipped inside, alternating between slow and fast. “More,” I managed to say in the throes of pleasure.
Ben stood up to push his pants down to his thighs. He bent over the desk, and I wrapped one of my legs around his hip. I let out a giggling gasp when he pulled me to the edge and entered me in one deep stroke. He was fierce in his need, and I loved it.
“I love your sweet pussy. I could do this forever.”
I murmured a sound of agreement, not able to speak, concentrating on the pleasure. When he slipped his hand between us to circle my clit as he thrust in and out of me, I angled my hips to really feel the ridge of his cock press against my g-spot. He hit in all the right places, and at exactly the right pace to quickly bring me to the edge of a screaming climax.
His mouth swallowed my cries of passion, and then mine absorbed his as he came just after me. Ben let out some cries of his own, but we pressed close together to keep them muffled. With our daughters sleeping down the hall, we didn’t want to make too much noise.
When we were both trembling, he lifted his mouth from mine and stood up, slowly easing out of me. “I’m sorry it was so fast.”
I shrugged. “Fast is good sometimes. So is slow. Nights when I get both are the best.” I winked at him.
With a small growl, he lifted me into his arms. “Let’s make it one of those best nights then.”
I put my arm around his shoulders and touched his cheek with my other palm. “Every night—and day—is the best with you, Ben. I love you.”
“I love you too, Lindsay. More than I ever imagined I could love anyone. I was certain Ashe killed any ability to care about anyone besides Elle.”
I patted his cheek. “I always thought that wasn’t true, but I wasn’t positive until the night you and Elle proposed.”
He swept me up the stairs. “I was so scared you would say no.”
I nodded. “I’ll never say no.”
His eyes gleamed. “To anything?”
I hesitated for a second. “Probably not.”
He gave me a wicked grin. “There’s this thing I’ve been wanting to do with you…”
“Tell me more,” I said as we headed toward our bedroom with the rest of the night—and all the nights of our lives—stretching before us to entertain our deepest desires, all tied in a ribbon of true love. How could I say no to the best gift I’ve ever had?
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PROLOGUE
CHARLIE
N ot like I was waiting for it, but I soon as I hear the sound of her footsteps on the porch, I want to run for the door. Stan rolls his eyes at me and I hold up my hands, telling him to wait.
“Be nice to her!”
“I'm always nice,” Stan grumbles. “Just don't get your hopes up, Charlie.”
“My hopes aren't up,” I object. “But doesn't it all seem kind of perfect? I mean she practically landed in our laps.”
“No, Stan is right,” Hank interrupts. “She's too young. She's too sweet. She's too… nice.”