Page 239 of The Right Wrong Promise

She heads off through the house while I go to work.

First big improvement here needs to be better insulation. We already have a list for this year.

“Kane?” she calls once she’s back in the kitchen. “Is there any salt in the toolshed? We should get the ice off the porch before we forget.”

“I’ll check in a sec.”

I stand in the doorway, watching her ass bob as she bends down to look under the kitchen sink.

One day, wewillcome back here alone, minus the kids.

All so I can bend her over every surface of this kitchen and fuck her to ruin.

Upstairs, the kids whoop.

I’m sure they’re bouncing on their beds.

Whatever.

Today, I don’t mind too much, especially if it keeps them busy.

“No frozen pipes in the bathrooms?” I say as I stroll toward her.

“Nope. Mrs. Griffith did her job.” She turns, ass perched on the edge of the counter, and I step between her legs. She grips me with her knees as she says, “You know, Mr. Saint, this is very risky.”

“And very necessary. I had to fuck you here sooner or later. And I prefer fuckingsoon,” I mutter, leaning down to kiss her.

The bloodlust is instant.

My body overwhelms my brain, urging me to take her now, even though I know that can’t happen.

“You’re forgetting something,” she moans against my mouth, digging her nails into my neck.

“Making you explode on my mouth?”

“Your children.”

“Dunno. They’re busy upstairs,” I growl.

“Not busy enough,” she says firmly. “And they’re definitely not old enough to catch us likethis.”

“We need more locks on the doors,” I snarl.

“You can’t lock your children in their rooms, Kane.”

“I can and I will.” But I’m laughing as I pull away. “We’ll have it your way for now, I guess.”

Just in time.

Dan comes pounding downstairs and darts past us, out the front door.

“Careful on the steps!” I call, squeezing her hip. “Why don’t you set your old bedroom up as your new office? I’ll bring in the rest from the car.”

Sophie tumbles down the stairs next, hair flying loose from its ponytail.

“When we’re done unpacking, can we play outside?” she asks.

Having them play outside is exactly what I want, but I pin on a stern expression.