Quadruplets Make Six

“Correction, then. I eat them at home all the time. Which means I’m not going to spend my night out eating more of the same. Let me spoil you, Libby. You never let me do that.”

“Because it’s not required.”

“Just because it isn’t required doesn’t mean I don’t have to do it. I still want to, Libby. You’re my wife. The mother of my children. The love of my life. Let me do something nice for you for a change,” I said.

“You make it sound like I do nice things for you all the time.”

“Because you do,” I said. “You quit your jobs to raise my children. You moved in and compromised going on a honeymoon because of how sick Char’s been through her first year of life. You adopted my three children the minute the judge would let you. You’ve supported me through all the business ventures I’ve taken and woken up during all hours of the night so I can talk to you when I’m away on business trips. You clean our home, despite the fact that I have a maid come in once a week to do it. You cook even though I’ve got a chef on retainer to help you out. You do more for those kids than any woman who’s ever come into their lives despite the fact that we have a nanny. And not once have you complained about it. Ever.”

“I love you, Graham. That’s my role in your life. And I’m proud of it. That doesn’t mean you have to treat me to nice things. I want to do those things for our family,” she said.

“And I want to do these types of things for you because of what you do for our family,” I said.

Libby nodded her head as her thumb started to trace circles onto the top of my skin. Never in my life had I had to fight with a woman in order to get permission to spoil her. Every other woman I had ever been with had no issues taking my money anytime I offered. With Libby, it was like pulling teeth. But it was another reason why I loved her. It was how I knew she was with me and not my success. I knew I could go bankrupt the next day and she would still stick by my side.

Why?

Because my money wasn’t what she was after.

I was.

And tonight, I would show her what it felt like to still be pursued. I would show her what it felt like to be the woman underneath my body. It had been months since I’d enjoyed her the way I wanted to. Taken my time with her and explored all of the ways her body had changed since having Charlotte. We would enjoy a decadent dinner before checking into our hotel suite, then I woul

d show her how much I wanted her.

I would show her just how much I still craved her.

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Dinner was incredible. Graham had reserved this back room for us to enjoy, complete with a roaring fireplace. The meal had eight courses in all, with small wine pairings for each section. By the time we were done, I was very full and feeling very relaxed. The nanny had sent Graham a picture of Charlotte sleeping in her crib and that provided me with some relief. I missed her. I missed our family. And I would miss the children piling into our bed first thing in the morning before I got up to make everyone breakfast.

But looking across the table at Graham was something I desperately needed. The way his strong body cut a suit tugged at a part of me I hadn’t indulged since before Charlotte was born. His piercing blue eyes sparkled with the crackling fire at our sides and his long, dexterous fingers wrapped around his wine glass with a grip I wanted to feel on my skin. Dinner was wonderful, but the hotel room was what I was looking forward to.

Because I knew what he wanted.

And I wanted it in return.

“Shall we?” Graham asked. “I cannot wait for you to see this room.”

He led me back out to his car and whisked me away to the hotel. We checked in with our small overnight bags in hand, then made our way to the elevator. His hand was massaging the small of my back and it took every ounce of energy I had not to moan in the elevator. The few times we were intimate over the past year, they had to be quick. They were sneaky and desperate, simply for stress release and nothing else. I was looking forward to getting my hands on him. I couldn’t wait to trace every outline of his throbbing muscles with my tongue.

But before I could put my hands on him, his lips crashed into mine and he was shoving me into the penthouse suite of the hotel.

Our bags dropped to the floor as my hands rushed to his hair. I gripped tightly into the thickness of his locks, our teeth clattering together in desperation. He backed me into the couch as his hands slid up my dress, his palms massaging the growing thickness of my thighs. He growled into my lips. A sensual sound that sent shivers up my spine.

I could feel his massive cock pulsing against my leg.

Piece by piece, our clothes dropped to the floor, until we were clad in nothing but our skin. His lips were hot on my neck as his hands danced over my ass, grabbing it in handfuls before pinning me to the wall of windows. I felt the coolness of the glass hit my back and gasped. His mouth placed open kisses along my chest as my legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed his body into mine, pinning me to the massive window that overlooked Chicago.

Then he palmed my breast before pulling my nipple between his lips.

“Fuck, Graham. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you. Please don’t make me wait.”

In one fell swoop, Graham sheathed himself within me. His cock pressed against my walls, expanding me as my arousal dripped down his girth. I groaned and whimpered as his tongue lapped at my nipple, sending electricity coursing through my veins.

I tugged on his hair and crashed our lips back together as his hips began to roll.

His hands planted onto either side of my head. My arms slid around his neck, clinging to him as his cock filled me to the brim. I reached down and parted my pussy folds, allowing my clit to rake across his tightly wound curls.