“Oh, yeah?” Her eyes grow dark with lust, her mouth popping open.
“Mmhmm,” I hum, nuzzling my face into her throat. I’m half-tempted to say to hell with her graduation and start the celebration early. But she’s worked far too hard for me to be greedy and let her miss this, especially since she’s graduating with honors. My girl is fucking smart.
“This is good news for me,” she moans. “It means I’m the proud owner of a giant co–”
I spin her around, taking her mouth in a deep kiss before she can finish that sentence and get herself into trouble. If she starts talking him up, I’ll have to take him out and remind her just how completely she owns him. And then we really will miss her graduation. I refuse to let that happen. My mission in life now is keeping this woman happy, and that means making sure she doesn’t miss a single fucking minute or forget for a second that she can do anything.
She’s a goddess.Mygoddess. Somehow, she finds a way to make me fall in love with her and that smart mouth all over again every day. Life with her is a never-ending adventure. I don’t miss the CIA. I don’t miss a fucking thing. How can I when I only started living the day I booked a room at the Silver Spoon Falls Inn?
“Enough of that,” I growl against her lips, tapping her on the ass. “You’ll get to play with your cock after you walk your sexy ass across the stage to get your degree, sunshine.”
“Well, you’re no fun,” she mumbles against my lips, making me chuckle. “I want to get off now and later.”
“Three thousand, eight hundred, and seventy-two.”
Her lips curve against mine. “Your hand is going to get tired way before my ass does, you know.”
“Sunshine.” I pull back to look at her, cocking a brow. “I’ll be ninety in the nursing home,stillready to spank that luscious ass.” I grip it in my palms to demonstrate, dragging her up against my body. “My hand will never get tired of spanking thing sexy fucking thing.”
“Yay me,” she whispers, licking her lips.
I groan and press my lips to hers in a hard kiss before setting her away from me. “Get dressed.”
“Yes,sir,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“Three thousand, eight hundred, and seventy-eight.”
“You skipped like six numbers, Ryker!” she protests through laughter.
“Uh, no. I’ve added one for every time you made my dick throb since I gave you the last count.”
Her eyes immediately drop to my cock, heating a thousand degrees. Jesus. My girl is itching for me to get her pregnant again. The baby is barely two months old, but fuck it. If she wants to play, I’ll plant another kid in her. She glowed her whole pregnancy.
She shakes her head as if to clear it and then takes a reluctant step away to go get dressed. I quickly grab her, pulling her back into my arms. What can I say? It’s where she belongs.
“I can’t wait until Monday,” I murmur.
Her smile lights up the whole room. “Me neither. I get to harass you full-time.”
“I think you mean I get to fuck you over my desk whenever I feel like it,” I correct, making her smile grow. Since I no longer work for the CIA, we opened a forensic data firm here in town. We assist law enforcement agencies and private firms throughout the state with everything from forensic accounting to computer forensics to forensic data analysis.
Come Monday, Francesca will be working with me full-time instead of only part-time. I can’t wait. We even have a nursery set up for Rory at the office. My girl wants to keep him with us for as long as possible instead of sending him to daycare, and I always give her what she wants.
Truth be told, I want him with us, too. I fucking hate sharing him with anyone… which means everyone is forever trying to hold him just to piss me off. We should move to Bolivia before we have the next baby. That way I don’t have to share my wife or my babies with anyone. My wife probably won’t go for that, but a motherfucker can dream, right?
“You already fuck me over your desk, Ryker,” she reminds me.
“Not often enough, sunshine,” I growl, palming her left tit. “Not nearly often enough.”
She laughs softly. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“No. I’m married to the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever met,” I correct, thumbing her nipple through her bra. “And she keeps my dick hard. There’s a difference.”
“Oh,” Francesca moans.
“I also happen to love her beyond all reason.” I brush my lips across her temple. “She’s the center of my world.”
“Ryker.”