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CHAPTER SEVEN

THE WAY HE SAID her name during the vows thrilled her. But the way he drew out her name later that evening while they prepared for bed completely enthralled her.

“Paulina.” His throaty voice tingled through every cell of her body.

“Yes, Broderick?”

“You do realize that being my wife doesn’t mean that you can ride Providence any time you want, don’t you?”

She put her hands on her hips. “Are you being honest with me? Don’t you think this is something you should have mentioned prior to your proposal?”

His grin told her he recognized her jest. “I couldn’t chance it. I needed you to say yes.”

“Oh you did, did you?”

“I did. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to propose to, and your yes means everything to me.”

“I’m very happy to hear that.”

“And I’ll be very happy to hear a few more yesses out of you.” Quick as lightning, he grabbed her and hauled her over his shoulder, then flopped her down on the bed. “This needs to go though.” He started peeling the layers off of her.

“If that needs to go, then this needs to go.” She mirrored his actions and soon the two were fully naked.

He was even more arousing in this state, Paulina could hardly control herself. Images from the pink leatherbound book came barreling into her mind. So many to choose from…

“I want to try something with you.”

“You do?”

“There’s this book I read…” she almost lost her aplomb. “Where the woman is on her…hands and knees, and the man is…behind her.”

Broderick scrubbed his hand down his face. “I know the one. You want that to be for your first time?”

“Is that wrong?”

“No. Nothing is wrong between us. I might like to see your face the first time I’m inside of you though. But don’t worry, love, I’ll flip you over so fast and take you again right afterward.”

Two times in a row? Paulina’s heart was in her throat. Or it had stuffed itself under her stomach. Or it had fallen to her toes. It was somewhere and it was infused with desire.

“Take me, Broderick.”

He hovered over her for a second and then pulled her to a sitting position. He kneeled, with his legs spread wide, and then placed her over his lap. The movements were so intimate, so arousing, Paulina trembled. She could feel a heat blazing in her core and she was desperate to feel him.

His cock was thick and bobbing his head at her. Remembering the feel of him from before, she had never wanted to touch something so urgently. Her hand stroked him and he groaned. She tightened her grip around him and his head fell back.

“I can feel everything in your touch, Paulina.”

His lips found hers and he kissed her softly. She knew he could be tender and kind. And when his kisses deepened, she knew he could be protective and loyal. She was being possessed by him, and all she wanted was to take possession of him.

She rolled her hips over his cock, and the first sensation of that bare skin on hers sent an explosion down her limbs. The ache between her folds grew frantic. She rubbed herself up and down his long, hard shaft.

“I want you,” she panted, “inside of me.”

She watched as Broderick gripped the base of his cock and held it for her to take.

First raising up on his thighs she then lowered herself down onto him.

He was so big. She could see she had only taken an inch of him, and even then she moaned her pleasure.

Gradually she lowered another inch and then another and more and more until she reached the base and cried out.

A whimper left her shaking body. He felt so good inside of her. She was stuffed full of him and he felt as though he could give her everything she ever needed but didn’t even know she wanted.

His hands were running up her sides, gentle, calming.

“I want to move,” she moaned.

“Is it too much?”

“God, no. I want to move with you. To feel you. I want to feel more. Everything.” She could feel his cock twitch inside of her and she mewled. “Yes, Broderick. More of that.”

His hand twisted into her hair, pulling tight, as he said, “Hang on.” With his other hand he gripped her hips, signaling her to move up and down.

He bounced gently on his knees, the motion starting slow and soft.

When she felt her pearl connect with the base of his cock, she almost went limp with delight. But she needed more.

“Yes, there. More.”

“God, Paulina, you’re so beautiful. We’re going to do this forever.” He groaned. “You’re so tight around me. Uh…you’re wrapped around me so good, love.”

The rhythm increased until the sound of their bodies slapping together and her breasts bouncing in his face was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. His lips found her neck and he licked and nibbled, following her moans.

He was perfect. He was everything she needed in a man. Even though he was a duke, he lived how he wanted to live. He didn’t let society dictate his life to him. He was strong, determined, resolute. Gentle, protective. Compassionate. And he was hers.

“That’s my beautiful wife, my love. Come for me.”

“Uhh…uhh…uhhh…” She called out his name as she felt herself fly over the edge.

And just as she was about to go limp and collapse back on the bed, he did just what he promised he would do. He flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. He tucked a pillow under her, propping her up.

Then he took her bottom in his hands and massaged.

His growl was loud and possessive. Then she felt him enter her again.

The new angle sent a new tidal wave of pleasure through her, and she could feel that this time she would soar over the edge quickly.

She was already so wet, so sensitive. And he was doing all the right things. Saying all the right things.

She was right there. She was so close. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Just one more yes, love.”

“Yes!”

And together they collapsed on the bed, Broderick pulling her into his chest in an embrace that she knew would stand the test of time.

This was providence.