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T oday was the one month anniversary of Drew’s Place. I had to admit, between the opening and my New Year’s Eve wedding to Connor Callahan, the entire holiday season seemed to pass in a whirlwind of danger, passion, and family.

Oh, my father was pissed, but he would get over it, or so Mom said. He was just protective of his babies.

It was a good day. I’d been a little overwhelmed at the reception we received from the community, and it had been concerning when we opened our doors to a line waiting around the building.

Apparently, word had spread fast that there was a new place where people who needed help could go to find it. Of course, with so many people came the need for order and security.

That was where my new husband came in. After our wedding, he’d brought me back to his house in Verona, where he announced I’d have free rein to redecorate the whole thing, making it our home.

Of course, I’d already planned on that, but sounded sweet coming from him. Truth was, we could live in a shoebox, and I wouldn’t care as long as he was with me.

After he kissed, touched, and loved every inch of my body, I meant that even twice as much. I swear to God, every time I looked at my husband my clit tingled, and my pussy grew slick from the sheer potency of his glare alone.

I could not think of anything better than the way he loved me with his body, but the way he loved me with words was a close second.

When we’d been exhausted, sweaty, and spent, Connor had turned to me, cupping my cheeks.

Then he surprised the shit out of me and asked for a job.

“What? Wait. Are you joking?”

“Not in the least, Darlin’,” he said, sitting up in bed and pulling me with him until I sat astride his hips, careful of his wounds.

“The truth is, I had a rough life, and a father who hurt me, my mother, my sister. It took a long time before I was able to help them and myself. I had nowhere to go back then. There was no place, no one like you who cared. I’m so fucking proud of you, Clementine, And I wanna help. I need to help you make Drew’s Place into everything it can be.”

“You do?”

“I do. Plus, if we’re being honest, I can’t stand the thought of being away from you for hours at a time. So, what do you say? Will you hire me?” he asked, kissing my lips and grinning.

Cocky bastard.

“I might be able to put in a good word with the boss. If you’re willing to work and obey orders,” I replied with a shrug.

“Yeah? Well, good. I never said I wouldn’t sing for my supper,” he growled, sliding down the bed.

Arousal heated my blood to magma levels as he touched my body, maneuvering us both until he was flat on his back and my bare pussy was basically hovering over his face.

“Connor,” I moaned, and he slapped my ass, pulling me down.

“You know better than that, Darlin’,” he groaned, sliding his tongue through my slippery folds.

“Fuck. Sorry, Daddy,” I whimpered as his hot breath teased the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

Connor was so damn sexy. He gripped my hips, pulling me down so his nose nuzzled my clit. I was so turned on I thought I might explode.

“Mmm. Good girl. Now, sit on my face so Daddy can have a snack.”

He yanked me down, spearing my cunt with his tongue, using his lips and teeth, his fingers, too. I didn’t stand a chance of resisting him.

Why would I even try?

I grabbed the headboard and threw my head back, loving the way he loved me.

“Daddy, I’m gonna,” I told him, and he moved fast.

Pulling me down his body, impaling me with that thick dick I loved so much.

“Fuck, Clementine. You were made for me. I need this pussy. Love you so damn much,” he growled as I rode him.

Staring into his onyx eyes, mouth open, body on fire for him, I told my husband exactly how I felt.

“I love you, too. Oh Daddy, yes, yes!” I screamed.

My pussy convulsed, fluttering around his hard length. Connor roared, and I felt his release go off, his cock pulsing wildly inside of me.

Then…BOOM.

Vesuvius all over again .