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CHAPTER 12

AMELIA

Cooking breakfast is one of the things we love the most when we come to our weekend house. It allows us to be ourselves without knowing others are watching, and I find that Tristan is much more playful.

He’ll put a dollop of whipped cream on my nose and lick it off, or he’ll come strolling into the dining room stripping his clothes off and flashing his abs to my hungry eyes. No matter how often I see him, I want to see more.

I think back to the first time we were here and the pancakes we made. It’s one of the reasons we’re making pancakes right now. He’s stirring them as if his life is depending on it. Glancing over Tristan’s shoulder, I remark, “That’s really thick. You should probably thin it out a little bit.”

He turns his head over his shoulder, giving me a wink. “That’s what she said.”

I throw my head back, laughing. “If only the people of this country knew how dirty your mind was and how well you can take a joke.”

“Take a joke? I can fucking land one too.” He slaps his hand down on the counter. “I wish I could be this way with everybody.” He shakes his head thoughtfully. “But so many don’t want this side of me. The few times I’ve tried, all I’ve heard is I’m the king, and I should take things seriously. So I’ve been trying to keep this piece of my personality to myself.”

I hate that for him. He’s one of the funniest people I know. It’s one of the ways he keeps the stress at bay, and I’ve never known him to do it at inappropriate times, but I guess he’s been called out for it. If I would give him anything, it would be the freedom to be exactly who he is.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I dig my forehead into his back. “This is my favorite part of you. The one who doesn’t take himself too seriously, and definitely the one who shows me who he is outside of his office.”

He makes a noise deep in his throat before he hooks his arm around, pulling me to the front of his body. When we’re facing one another, he drops his forehead down to mine. “I love to show you who I am every time and anytime we’re out of anywhere, so if you ever need me to remind you, please let me know.”

I lift on my toes and press our lips together. The kiss quickly gets out of hand, and I’m reminded that we only have a little time here—not much at all, really.

“Tris,” I whisper, “do we really want the breakfast?”

He growls. “I’m good with saying fuck it if you are.”

“Let’s do it.”

I squeal as he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. The fact that he’s strong enough to do this is really a turn on. He makes sure to turn off the stove and then carries me up the stairs.

When we get to the bedroom, he drops me on the bed, his eyes fierce and seductive. They rake over my body, causing my nipples to tighten and my pussy to clench. I spread my thighs to give him room to work. Before I know it, my clothes and his are off. His naked body moves against mine. His muscles rub my softer skin, causing goose bumps to appear.

“Tris, that feels good,” I moan as his lips move from my chin, down to my throat, and suck at my flesh.

“Damn right it does,” he groans as he pulls away.

His cock on my thigh leaves behind a trail of liquid, and it excites me knowing that I affect him this way. Every time we’re together like this, I’m amazed. I never imagined someone would want me like this man. Hooking my foot around his calf, I use it for leverage to turn him over onto his back.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice deep and full of desire.

God, this is the way I love him, so crazy for me, he can’t hold back. “You know I love to ride.”

A sexy smirk spreads across his face, before tilting the side of his mouth up. “That I do, but typically it’s a motorcycle, and not my dick.”

I throw my head back, laughing at him. “Hold on, Your Majesty. I’m gonna take care of you.”

He dips his head into his chest. “You know me, I’ll do whatever my wife tells me.”

Reaching behind me, I grab hold of his cock at the base and hold it steady while I sink down. The feel of his body filling mine is enough to give me even more goose bumps. Reaching forward, I grab hold of the headboard, using it to help me move up and down on top of him. He thrusts up into me as I drop down onto him.

His hands come up to my breasts, cupping them in his palms. My nipples peak against the skin, running straight through my body, down to my core. Rocking back and forth on my knees, I shake slightly as he hits the spot that makes me come apart.

“Tristan, I love when you do that.”

He groans. “I know you do.” With a grunt, he holds my hips down to his, and with the strongest stomach muscles I’ve ever seen, he flips me over so that he’s on top.

“Tris, shit…”

He pulls out, flipping me over onto my stomach. “Hands back on that headboard, Lia. You’re gonna need to hang on tight.”

I sigh, dropping my head as he thrusts in and then pulls out. His hands are rough on my hips, pulling me back and forth against him.

“Your pussy is gripping me so tight, Lia. Don’t stop, and I won’t.”

“Please don’t,” I beg. One of his hands drops to the front of my body, his finger strumming my clit as he fucks me hard. This is what I love about how he takes me. He’s not scared to make me break apart.

He buries his head in my back as he plays my body like a violin. Opening my mouth, I scream as he takes me over the peak and explodes inside me.

Together we ride out the orgasm, our sweaty bodies sliding together. In this moment, I know I’ll never be closer to Tristan than I am right now.