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There, he planted her bottom on the edge and slammed into her, back and forth, wielding fervent plunges of hardcore thrusts.

“Oh! Jacob! Oh, baby, oh!”

He dug into her, leaning forward to slurp in her nipples while maintaining a steady, jacking rhythm.

Her body shook. “Shit!”

And Jacob pounded, engulfed in her labor of love as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

Wet and gliding, their bodies charged one another, provoking conducive orgasms that shook their core and threatened to spill at any moment.

“Jacob!”

Her body quaked, roaring with heat as desire raced through her veins on edge, unstable.

Slaps of penetration filled the room, so much so that their session resembled a fighting match between two lovers striking one another.

Flesh against flesh, stinging, dragging, long thrusts milled her pussy. Enthusiastically, Jacob’s shaft drilled, plumbing a pipeline for their shared release.

“Oooooh!”

He leaned against her thighs, folding her, pumping, delivering reverberating strokes, his teeth biting into her belly, up her flesh, tasting her breasts, to her neck, he filled her, rocking Carla’s core, extending her pussy under duress. Tears welled in her eyes, and pleasure consumed them as they melded, forming a bond so strong it could withstand the pressure of anything that they met.

Over her mouth, they kissed, exchanging moans and grunts as their soul ties merged.

“Love of my life,” he murmured against her lips, unable to break away from her mouth fully. “You’ll forever be my wife.” He wound his hips, digging and springing off her G-spot. “Never, never, never, will we separate again.”

His dark voice made her shiver.

“Oooh, baby…” A tumultuous wave of heated tingles shocked her. “I’m about to cum all over this dick.”

Lids low, Jacob kissed around her mouth. “Then cum all over this dick, baby.”

He fucked her with no pauses in between. Stroke after unmerciful stroke, he watched her desire as it reached its ultimate peak. She was an angel, flying high and he was the wings that carried Carla into a stratosphere of pleasure.

They came together, mouths meshing as sparks detonated across their flesh, thoroughly consumed.

He murmured sweet loving sentiments against her lips, their bodies buzzing as they continued to float high.

Shaken, stirred, and completely spent, Carla was in heaven. One minute she was on the brink of losing everything—the next, she was back in Jacob’s arms, where she so desperately wanted to be.

The possibility of Lennox blackmailing her was but a distance memory. She trusted that Jacob would handle it for her, and as she fell into a cocoon of blissful slumber, her lips rose into the subtlest of smiles.

Chapter Thirty-Two

“As night falls, the city of Chicago will be covered in a layer of clouds, so if you’re heading home from work, be careful on the streets. The fog is looking to clear up at dawn,” the weatherman said.

Lennox checked his wristwatch, then his cell phone, and grimaced. There was no word from Carla. He’d texted her four times today, and all of his most recent calls were going to voicemail.

Annoyance set up in his nerves. She was a fool if she didn’t think he would release the picture he had of her.

If Carla were testing him, it was a big mistake. Lennox always got what he wanted. He was clever with every move he made. After being with Carla for four years, and cheating with his now-ex-wife for half of that time, Lennox was sure he could get away with anything.

It was too easy to leave, explore the possibility of love with the woman he’d fallen for during his and Carla’s relationship. Quickly he realized it wasn’t love that he wanted—it was power. Control. He wanted it in his relationships the same as he required it in his business life.

That’s why running for mayor was a no-brainer. He would have power over the city. Anything moving would have to come through him. To add to that, the surplus of women at his beck and call was everything he craved.

The problem was, as the mayor, Lennox needed to appear like the family man, mostly to solidify a critical base in Chicago. Carla was perfect for being his trophy wife. Though they were around the same age, her duty would only be to look gorgeous, smile for the cameras, and let him fuck her whenever he so desired.