Only Love

I captured her hand and tenderly kissed her palm before lifting it to my face. “I love when you do that,” I told her softly, earning me a beautiful smile, complete with dimples.

“Okay.” She went back to running her fingers over my beard and tracing my jaw, causing electricity to skitter down my spine. “So, that’s what I want to do. Design children and baby clothes.” She shrugged, and her face heated again. “Besides, it’s something I can do from home so I can…um…be with my own baby.”

I gazed into her emerald pools with feelings of awe. “You couldn’t be more perfect if you tried, you know that?” I asked. I gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, each eyelid, and then her nose before melding our mouths together and kissing her long and deep. By the time I let her up for air, we were both shaking with need. My brain finally gave my body permission to take over. I didn’t hesitate for a second before sweeping her up into my arms and stalking toward the stairs. The elevator would take too damn long. “I think you should absolutely pursue that dream, baby girl,” I insisted as I took the stairs two at a time. “I have no doubt you’ll be amazing at it, and I’ll help in any way that you need.”

“Really?” Her tone was hopeful, and I glanced at her face to see her beaming up at me.

“Really,” I confirmed with a smile. I wanted to kiss her but decided the chances of tripping and injuring her were too high.

A breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding rushed out when we reached our bedroom. I stopped beside the bed, and as I lowered her down onto the center, I smirked. “Now, about those babies you want to be home with…”

London’s eyes whipped to lock with mine, round as saucers. “Babies? As in plural?”

I grinned and nodded as I climbed over her and straddled her legs before I began to undress her. First, I removed each of her strappy white sandals. “You heard me, baby girl.”

“Just how many are we talking about, Liam Grey?” Her tone was teasing so I knew the idea didn’t upset her. She’d just been surprised.

“As many as you’ll give me.”

I tucked my fingers into the waistband of her skirt and dragged it down her legs and over her feet. Then I held the gauzy fabric bunched in my fist in front of her face. “This is sexy as fuck, baby girl, but I don’t want to see you wearing it again.”

“You can’t tell me not to—” She’d started to argue, but snapped her mouth shut when I raised an eyebrow and glared at her.

“Don’t defy me on this, baby girl,” I growled. “I already told you, I don’t share. And that includes letting others see what is for my eyes only.” She opened her mouth again but was distracted from her protest when I leaned over to open a box sitting on my bedside table. I kept a few sentimental things in there, including the item I picked up; my father’s pocketknife. I flipped it open and made sure she was watching as I cut through the seam of the elastic waistband. Then I grabbed a side in each hand and ripped it until it was one long piece of pink material.

She gasped in outrage and tried to make a grab for the skirt. “I loved that!”

I held it away from her with one hand and used the other to capture her wrists. “Maybe I need to show you what happens if you break that rule,” I stated, keeping my tone neutral, the way I informed my classes about the consequences of breaking my rules. I looped the skirt around her wrists a few times and lifted her hands over her head. “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“Just what I promised.” I tied the fabric around her wrists and then anchored the ends to one of the heavy wooden slats in the headboard. “Tying you up so I can pump your pussy so full of come, I just might leave twins in there.” I grinned at the thought and murmured, “Let’s just skip over baby and go right to babies. I’m liking that plan.”

London twisted and pulled at her restraint, but it was weak. She wasn’t really trying that hard because if she had, she’d have discovered that my handiwork would have given way with minimal effort. Nor had it escaped my notice that her breathing had sped up, and if her tits had been unencumbered… Which brought me back to my next task.

Carefully, so I wouldn’t nick my baby girl’s beautiful skin, I drew the blade down the center of her halter top. She gasped again, and I responded with a wicked grin as I finished flaying her top. “Was that really necessary?” She tried to sound stern, but again, her increased breathing gave her away.