Page 62 of Fall of a Kingdom

Flynn pressed himself against me. He was as hard as a steel rod at my back.

He slipped one finger deep inside me, causing me to shudder. He stilled, refusing to stroke me into climax. I ground against him, willing to do the job myself.

With one quick movement he removed his finger and then jerked me around to face him.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. “Now.”

This hadn’t been part of my fantasy vision, but I loved it anyway.

I sank to my knees.

He took himself in hand and stroked himself. “Open.”

Flynn guided himself inside my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. I nearly gagged, but I took more of him. I took all that he offered.

I grasped the base of his shaft, squeezing while I sucked him deep.

He let out a low groan and I smiled in satisfaction.

I grabbed his thighs, so I had something to hold onto as I pleasured him.

Abruptly, he pulled away, and then his hands were on my elbows, helping me stand. He whirled me quickly and pushed at the small of my back, silently commanding I bend over.

He worked my lace panties down my legs, and I stepped out of them. He spread me wide and then he impaled me.

Pleasure ignited inside me. He slammed into me again and again, almost like he didn’t care about my gratification. But his ruthlessness spurred me on. I was wet and primed, and when he slipped his hand around to the seam of my legs and ground his fingers against me, I came hard and fast.

I clenched around him as he continued to thrust into me. Gripping my hip hard enough to leave a bruise, he plunged once more and then stilled.

He rested his cheek in the spot between my shoulder blades and stayed there as our breathing returned to normal. Finally, he pulled out of me.

When I stood up, he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. “It keeps getting better, doesn’t it?”

I grinned. “Damn right it does.”

He laughed softly and then took a few moments to clean himself. He went back to bed and gave me a few minutes of privacy. I adjusted the straps of my tank top, shaking my head at the fact that I’d left it on. There was something sensual about being partially clothed while being intimate with your husband.

After cleaning up, I turned off the light of the bathroom and went back into the bedroom. Flynn was already settled in bed, his arm tucked underneath his head, the lamp light on low. “Your daughter slept through our entire interlude.”

“Glad to hear that.” I tip-toed over to the bassinet to check on her, but she was sound asleep with one of her arms over her head, her tiny fist clenched. “I swear she’s already bigger.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

I trekked back to bed and climbed in next to Flynn, sated and sleepy.

When my eyes were half closed, I saw something move in the corner of the room. My eyes snapped open.

Igor was standing at the mantle of the gas fireplace as it blazed with heat. He lifted his hands and began to slow clap.

I swallowed and then glanced at Flynn. He was already asleep.

Chapter22

BARRETT

The soundof the doorbell woke Piper who began to cry. Flynn handed her to me, and when I put her to my shoulder, she nuzzled into my neck. I crooned to her, ignoring Igor, who stood in the corner of the nursery.

“Tony didn’t call to let us know we had a guest arriving,” Flynn said.