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After our wedding, he’d asked our friend, Von, to design us black, titanium eternity necklaces in place of wedding rings. Mine had the added submissive O-ring, and it was the perfect way to symbolize our relationship. I never wanted him to cover Paxton’s initials with another ring, and this way our love was always on display.
Lust replaced his concern, and my body instantly reacted. “Dammit,” I breathed out. “If our angel doesn’t sleep, I’m going to be in serious pain.” Cole’s dick hardened under my head. “And you too for that matter.”
“If he doesn’t keep sleeping, we might start referring to him as ‘our little devil.’” Cole bent as if to kiss me again but thought better of it. “If I touch you now, I can’t be responsible for inappropriate actions in front of our son.” He hefted me into a sitting position with a hand pressing Shep closer to me. “Go put him down, and I’ll meet you in the bedroom. But keep Misha out. He judges me.”
“It’s your fault for giving him treats after we have sex. You think he’s judging, but he just wants a snack,” I whisper-yelled, walking down the hall.
Cole caught up to us and slapped my ass. His hand branded me, promising more as it slid down to cup my ass with a squeeze. Anticipation strummed through my body, creating an ache only Cole could fill. Our sessions were no longer about need; they were an extension of our carnal desire to pleasure each other.
“Don’t make me wait,” Cole growled.
“Yes, Daddy.”
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