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As I pump myself into his mouth, my legs feel weak. Yet, just as he promised, he doesn’t remove his mouth from me; not until I’m begging to be inside him.

He releases my cock, pushing his own sweatpants down and lying on the floor on his back. I push his knees up to his chest, and spit on my hand, using my saliva on my hardness to lubricate myself as I enter him.

“I love looking at you as I fill your ass,” I tell him.

The whole time Carlo’s been seducing me, my hands have been itching to reach for him. To touch his chest, kiss him, and taste him. After so long being lavished in his affection, I’m spoiled for choice.

With my new position of power, and one hand clamped around his dick, the other slowly climbing the ladder of his abs, I thrust myself as far up inside him as our bodies permit.

Within a few minutes he moans, “I’m going to cum.”

“Wait,” I order, speeding up my thrusts determined to catch up.

Leaning forward, I slide my hand under his neck, lifting his head toward me. His lips on mine are hungry, telling me how close he is. His body starts pulsing around me, and with my mouth clamped on his, we both let go, allowing our bodies to do what comes naturally to us.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sophie

The last few weeks have been blissful. Spencer’s been home far more than ever before, often working from here. He’s quiet, as if deep in contemplation but seems more relaxed, and dare I say happier.

He’s been speaking to Dr. Klein once a week. It’s impossible to say how much he’s getting from those meetings, and how much of his progress is because of the additional time he’s spending with us, giving us the opportunity to reinforce how much we love him.

He seems to be gradually accepting that Carlo and I will always be here for him, whateverhis desires are.

The two of them have had a few nights together, and whenever Spencer comes home, he’s a little sheepish, but I sense it’s getting easier.

Seeing Spence with Lily literally has my ovaries bursting. When she returns home from preschool, it’s as if he’s drawn to her. He insists she comes to the office to say hello the instant we walk through the door.

For the first few days, I planned activities to keep her amused but her arrival always seemed to distract him from his work. As a result, this family time significantly cut into his working hours. I can’t see how it’s sustainable, though for now, both Spencer and Lily are benefiting enormously from the new dynamic.

One night, I made cookies with Lily, thinking it would be an activity to keep her quiet. But Spencer joined us. ‘Helping’.

By the time we’d finished, somehow, we seemed to have used every bowl and utensil in the kitchen. It was chaos, but we’d had so much fun.

Once Spencer had settled his daughter in front of the TV with a glass of milk and one of ‘her’ cookies, he came back to help with the kitchen cleanup, to find me tearfully washing up.

“Hey.”

He turned me, smothering me against his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

I squeezed him to me, my soapy hands dripping down the back of his shirt and trousers. Arching my back, I gazed up into his gorgeous face, which was lined with concern, and choked out, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’ve never been happier.”

As if my words gave him the answer to world peace, his smile lit up his entire face.

“I love you, Soph.”

“I know,” I said.

Since that event two weeks ago, there have been many similar occasions. Spencer’s even been to school with me to collect our daughter.

He’s been there before when we enrolled her, but Spencer’s a busy man. Usually, he’s working in the city all day and doesn’t have time for school pickup. So, for Lily, seeing her father at her school was very exciting.

She was in her element, showing him around everywhere, making the staff swoon and the other mothers drool.

Lily wasn’t the only one my husband couldn’t stay away from while working from home. He regularly called me into his office to lay me out on his desk.