“This is mine.” He kissed her right there, and her legs buckled, her eyes squeezing shut at the intensity of the pleasure.
“I know,” she breathed, submitting herself to his touch, to his tongue and his lips and the way he liked to adore her. “All of it, all of me. It’s yours.”
AFTERWARD, HE HELD her tight, his naked body spooning hers. His erection was only half gone as he rocked gently against her ass. He curled one arm around her waist, the other across her chest, his hand caressing her breast as they tried to capture their breath.
“I’m pretty sure we’re as practiced as we’re going to get.” Hanna smiled as she leaned her head back against his chest.
“They say practice makes perfect,” he agreed. He moved his leg between her own, the hard warmth of his thigh a welcome distraction.
“We definitely make perfect babies.” She could feel the heaviness of sleep starting to weigh down upon her. She wasn’t ready for this day to end.
“That we do.”
Hanna reached her arm back to curl her fingers into his hair, making her breasts push harder against his palm. “Thank you for making this such a great holiday. I’ve loved every minute of it.”
“So have I. I don’t want to go back.”
She was glad he felt the same way, and their time in London meant as much to him as it did to her. It wasn’t only the chance to reconnect with his family, although that had been wonderful, it was the fact they had spent their first holiday season together with their son, knowing there were so many more to come.
“We can come back to visit soon,” she suggested. “Maybe at Easter.”
“I’d like us to buy a place over here. I’ve got a plan.” His voice was full of smiles. She twisted her head to look at him.
“You’re full of surprises tonight, Mr. Larsen. Care to share your plan with your future wife?”
He moved his hand to her hip, pulling her bottom against his hardness, grinding himself against her. “I’m looking into taking Maxwell Enterprises public. I’m hoping within five years I’ll be able to retire from the company.”
Hanna turned until she was facing him, reaching her hand out to cup his jaw. “You really want to leave Maxwell Enterprises?”
Richard smiled, his jaw moving beneath her hand. “When the time is right, I definitely want to leave. I think it will take a few years to work out the IPO and get the right team in place.”
“What are you going to do after that? You’re a little too young to spend your life on the golf course.”
“I want to do more charity work, maybe expand the Maxwell Foundation to include overseas aid. I thought it might be something we could do together.”
She could feel her eyes start to water. “It sounds amazing. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than work with you.”
“In between making babies, of course,” he said playfully as he winked at her.
“And the practicing,” she reminded him.
He pulled her against him until their bodies were aligned, his erection hard against her thigh. His mouth brushed against her neck as his hand squeezed her ass, making her gasp out loud.
“Ah yes, the practicing,” he agreed, rolling his hips until his tip was nudging her entrance. “I’d never forget about the practicing.”
“That’s good,” she murmured, as he pushed inside her. Her intake of breath was sharp as he filled her completely.
“It is.” He kissed her again. “It’s very good.”
August 27th 2021
“MOM!” A scream came from the wooded area to the left of the stage. Hanna whipped her head round and searched for the source of the cry. She saw Lily run out from the shade of the trees, her seven-year-old face screwed up with righteous indignation. “Matt
y says girls can’t climb trees.”
Hanna watched as Lily stalked up to her, hands on hips, hair looking like she’d been dragged backward through a hedge. Her clothes were covered with the dusty-red evidence of the ground.
“Did he now?” Hanna’s voice was low, but she could see Matt lingering in the shadows. Like Hanna, he would be chewing his lip, afraid of the consequences of his actions.