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Bewildered, she flattened her hands on his chest. “Of who?”
“Our kids.”
Emma raised her brows and laughed a little hysterically. “I know you mean Stella, but under the circumstances, can you please confirm that we do not have more children?”
His cheeks tightened with chagrin. “We don’t. It just hits me sometimes—Stella is always going to be our priority. She and whatever other children we have. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“But?”
He stared at her for a long moment. “But we just found each other again. And we didn’t get a whole lot of time alone together before we became parents.”
Garrett dropped his hands before changing his mind. He reached for her, gripping her waist tight. “I’m a selfish bastard.”
Oh, Garrett.
She pressed a kiss chin. “You are always going to be the most important man in my life. I love you.”
He slid his hands down her body before lifting and setting her on the thick glass surface of the dining room table.
“I love you, too. Never doubt that… especially after what I’m going to do next.”
“And what’s that?”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “Some very dirty things.”
Emma snickered, but it turned into a moan when he reached under her skirt to remove her panties, stroking her expertly as he went. He stuffed them in his pocket before moving between her legs.
She opened her arms, trying to embrace all of him.
“How long is that Disney movie?” she murmured, the languorous heat spreading as he gathered the midnight fall of her hair and wrapped it around his fist.
“Not long enough. Let’s make the most of it,” Garrett used the handhold to tilt her neck to the side, exposing the length of it for his mouth.
Emma’s eyes were threatening to roll into the back of her head. She leaned into his embrace, revealing more of her neck and pressing her breasts into his chest.
It was like she flipped a switch. Garrett startedtearing at her clothes, pulling the sides of her black wrap dress like he was opening a present.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tugging her bra straps down. He didn’t even bother to undo the lacy confection. He simply pushed it down to her waist, out of his way.
Garrett’s large hands covered her bare breasts. Lips parting, she arched like a cat, her empty sheath tightening in response.
Her hands went to his zipper. He pulled away just far enough to watch her undo his pants. The sound he made when her hands released his hard length sent a pulse through her that dampened her panties.
She started to wiggle out of them, but Garrett pulled them to one side, fitting his length to her entrance.
“Too fast?” he asked, stroking the head of his cock against her clit.
“No.” Emma’s fingers dug into his back as he pulled her to the edge of the table and began to penetrate her.
Crying out, her legs squeezed around his hips. His thick cock surged, stretching the snug walls of her sheath to their limit.
“You’re so wet, baby. It’s so good.” Garrett pressed closer, beginning to fuck her in earnest, rocking in and out.
His mouth skittered across her hairline, the kisses interrupted because he wouldn’t stop, his thrusts just this side of frantic.
Emma didn’t care, even though he’d gone from zero to sixty in nothing flat. No, it didn’t matter because she’d caught his urgency. He was the only one who could do that to her, turn her on so fast and so hard it was like she was burning.
Her breath was ragged as she clutched at him, trying to envelop as much of him as she could. “More,” she panted. “Please, more.”