Her Love

by Davenport, Fiona

  “I love you, sugar. You and our family are everything to me.”

  Imogene sighed and snuggled even closer. “I love you too, Thatcher.” We were silent for a bit, then she cleared her throat, and I glanced down to see a blush sprinkling across her nose and cheeks. “Um…”

  “What’s wrong, sugar?”

  “Nothing—um—I was just wondering…”

  I raised a brow and waited.

  “What else do you have in that bag?” She looked so eager and self-conscious at the same time; I couldn’t help throwing my head back as I belted out a deep laugh. My wife was so fucking adorable.

  Life with her was never boring. It was sweet, like cinnamon and sugar.

  Epilogue

  Imogene

  4 years later...

  I paused mid-stride when I stepped into our bedroom and spotted the duffel bag on our bed. We didn’t get the chance to use the toys Thatcher kept in it nearly as often as we wanted, but that was understandable since having kids tended to limit our alone time. And once we were outnumbered, we had to get even more creative. Not that we let having three children under the age of four—Thatcher loved knocking me up, and I loved letting him because I wanted a big family—stop us. Our need for each other had only grown over the years, and we took advantage of every opportunity we got to indulge ourselves. Like now, when all of our little angels decided to go down for the night within fifteen minutes of each other.

  Thatcher padded out of our bathroom, wearing nothing except a pair of black boxer briefs. His hard on pressed against the cotton fabric, and the sight made my pussy clench in need. He caught the look in my eyes as I ogled his body, and his lips curved up in a satisfied smirk. “You ready to pay the price for torturing me today, sugar?”

  “Torture?” I lowered my head and peeked up at him from beneath my lashes, trying my best to look innocent. “You’re going to have to be more specific because I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Uh huh. Sure, you don’t.” He stalked over to me and lifted me right off my feet to toss me onto the bed.

  “Thatcher!” I squealed when he started to tug my shirt over my head. He tossed the material onto the floor and went after my sleep shorts and pulled them down. Before I knew what was happening, he had me completely naked, flat on my back, and was encircling my wrists with the fur-lined handcuffs he’d bought for me about a year ago.

  Rising up on his knees between my thighs, my gorgeous husband’s gray eyes darkened to the color of a stormy sky as they devoured my naked flesh. “Don’t even try to deny it, sugar. We both know you did it on purpose. You got me all worked up this afternoon, knowing I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

  Heck yeah, I had. Teasing him was one of my favorite pastimes, mostly because it usually resulted in a memorable night for me. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to say I’m sorry?”

  “Not quite yet, my beautiful Imogene.” He reached out and pulled the duffel bag closer, his hand dipping inside to pull something out of it. I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of what it was, my eyes widening when I saw the vibrator. “But I’m willing to bet that soon enough you’ll be ready to beg for my forgiveness.”

  “And we both know you’ll give it to me,” I whispered sassily as I widened my legs.

  “Of course I will,” he agreed, his head dipping low so he could twirl his tongue around one of my puckered nipples. As his mouth moved to the other side, he rasped, “If you need or want something, I’ll always be the one to give it to you.”

  “But what if I’m in the mood to be the giver?”

  Thatcher lifted his head and stretched out to cover my whole body with his muscular frame. I loved when he did that because it made me feel so safe and secure. His shortly trimmed beard scraped against the sensitive skin of my neck as he whispered, “Never doubt, not even for a minute, that you give me everything I need.”

  “Just like you do for me.” I raised my knees to cradle his hips against mine, lifting my hips up to nudge against his hard length since I couldn’t reach for it with my hands. “But I had something a little more specific in mind for tonight.”

  Thatcher pressed his palms against the mattress on either side of my shoulders and pushed up until he hovered over my body. “Oh, really?”

  I licked my lips and murmured, “Yes, I wanted to torture you a little more, but with your cock in my mouth this time.”

  “Lucky for you, seeing your pretty lips wrapped around me sounds fantastic.” He crawled up my body, his knees replacing his hands on either side of my shoulders and his hard length nudging against my lips. “And lucky for me, I’m in control of how much you get to torture me since you can only move when I let you.”

  Flicking my tongue out, I licked the drop of pre-come that had leaked from his cock, making him groan. Then I sucked him into my mouth. I tried to take as much of his length into my mouth as I could, keeping my eyes on Thatcher as I moved my head up and down. I loved seeing him lose control, knowing that I was the only woman in the world who had that kind of power over him.

  “Fuck, yeah. Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned, his hips pumping forward.

  When his length pulled out of me on the next thrust, I twirled my tongue around the tip and flicked it along the slit. Then I sucked hard as he drove back in, hollowing out my cheeks. I felt him jerk in my mouth right before Thatcher wrapped his hand around my chin to control my movements. “Slow down, sugar. Your mouth isn’t where I want to come, but I’m not ready to stop yet.”

  His command only spurred me on more, until a buzzing sound distracted me. With my mouth full of his dick and my hands handcuffed to the headboard, I couldn’t see what he was doing. But I didn’t have to guess for long because a short moment later, he rubbed the vibrator against my clit. I was already turned on to the point that I was drenched, and it didn’t take much for the vibration to send me over the edge. I cried out around his length, and he pulled out of me to move down my body.

  He kept the vibrator humming against my clit as he nudged my entrance with his hard length. I moaned loudly as I lay helpless beneath him, already craving another release. “Please, Thatcher. Come inside of me. I need you.”

  “I’m yours, sugar. Always,” he promised as he rocked his hips forward, bottoming out when his cock bumped against my cervix.

  “I’m so close,” I panted.

  Dropping the vibrator onto the mattress, he gripped my hips in his strong hands and lifted me up to meet his next thrust. My walls clenched around him as he pounded into me, over and over again until I finally flew apart. He surged into me twice more before planting himself deep and filling my pussy with his come.

  After we caught our breath again, Thatcher rolled onto his side and undid the cuffs. “As much as I hate the thought of hurting you”—he trailed his fingers over the barely visible red marks on my wrists—“I love the idea of leaving more proof that you belong to me on your body.”

  “Yeah, because this isn’t enough to do the job.” Tilting my head back, I grinned up at him as I wiggled my fingers to show off the giant diamond engagement ring he’d given me, along with the matching band.

  “I don’t think anything will ever be enough for me when it comes to you.” His hand dropped down to my belly. “But maybe we should see if another baby will do the trick.”

  Spoiler alert: he got me pregnant again that night, but it didn’t dim his possessiveness at all. Thank goodness.

  Curious about Jamison and Hazel? Their Love is coming soon! If you’re in the mood for another story with a couple who are already together when the book starts (and they’re spies!!!), then you should give Until Death Do We Part a try!

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  Until Death Do We Part

  Alex Shaw.

  Code Name: Justice

  Contracts attorney.

  Adoring husband.

  Spy with a reputation for being able
to break anyone.

  Genevieve Shaw.

  Code Name: Scarlett

  International art dealer.

  Loving wife.

  Covert operative with more kills to her name than any other agent.

  They’re crazy in love… and completely unaware of what the other is hiding. Four years of wedded bliss is blown apart when they finally cross paths on a mission. They’re hunting the same target, but with very different goals. Justice has been sent to retrieve and interrogate. Scarlett to eliminate the threat.

  On opposite ends of a mission, their love is put to the ultimate test.

  Excerpt

  Evie

  After a quick stop at the store, I was home making dinner for my man, in a house complete with a white picket fence and gourmet kitchen. Four years ago, I had been certain this was the last thing I wanted for myself. Meeting Alex changed everything for me. I knew with my first glance at him that I’d end up in his bed. He was ruggedly handsome, six feet and two inches of lean muscles wrapped in a suit which had to have been designed to fit his body. His dark hair had been cropped close to his head back then, and the dark stubble on his face accented his chiseled features. It also made my inner thighs tingle at the thought of that stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin there. His charm was lethal, and it didn’t take long for my heart to fall right along with my body as I tumbled into bed with him.

  I’d been wrapping up an assignment and hadn’t been looking for anything serious, but he had swept me off my feet. A week-long vacation to Fiji with an itinerary full of hot and sweaty sex, with all the orgasms a woman could hope for, left me wanting more of Alex. My employer had been pushing me for months to accept a transfer to D.C. so when I learned Alex lived there, I got the ball rolling to make the change. Alex’s offer to move in with him told me he wanted this as badly as I did. Three months later, we were married. Ours was the epitome of a whirlwind courtship, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I was well aware things could change in the blink of an eye, and I refused to waste any time when it came to starting my life with Alex.

  Glancing down at my hand, my engagement ring sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the windows. The huge diamond in the middle was flawless, but it was the rubies on either side of it which drew my eye, as they always did. Alex couldn’t have known how appropriate the ring was for me when he’d picked it out, but I’d taken the scarlet red gems as a sign that our marriage was meant to be and threw caution to the wind for the first time in my life. It was a decision which brought me more happiness than I ever thought I’d have. I had an amazing husband who adored me and made my heart race, the same way it had done from the very beginning. The only thing that was missing from the perfect image of the cliché housewife was my flat stomach. I wasn’t barefoot and pregnant. Not yet anyway.

  My hand slid down the apron I was wearing, over my belly, and an idea jumped into my head. Time was short if I was going to pull it off since Alex would be home any minute. Racing into our bedroom, I stripped out of the dress slacks and blouse I’d worn into the office. Striding into the walk-in closet, I tossed the dirty clothes into the basket for dry cleaning—a habit Alex had helped me develop with inventive rewards involving orgasms—and pulled a white teddy, thong, garter, and hose from one of my dresser drawers.

  Changing into the lingerie, I caught my image in the floor-length mirror Alex had installed and grinned at the wicked gleam in my eyes and the flush on my cheeks. Wrapping the apron back around my body and tying it into place, my grin turned into a satisfied smirk. Alex was sure to take the phrase on the front of the apron seriously. Kiss the cook indeed.

  At the sound of the garage door going up, I stepped into a pair of four-inch sling back heels and headed for the kitchen. It was a good thing I could run in heels because I had just reached the counter and started chopping vegetables for the salad when Alex walked through the door connecting the garage and kitchen.

  “Evie, baby, I’m—“

  Thunk.

  I looked over my shoulder and found Alex stripping out of his suit, with his briefcase on the floor beside him. His suit coat was next to it, and his shoes were kicked to the side. I blatantly stared as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drop to the floor as he stalked towards me. He unbuckled his belt, flicked open the button on his pants, and lowered his zipper in the time it took him to reach me. He stopped about a foot away from me, his gaze raking me from head to toe.

  “Welcome home, stud.”

  He closed the gap between us, his body flush against mine as he untied the apron and let it drop to the floor. “Did I miss a special occasion? Anniversary? Birthday?”

  Like he’d ever miss anything so important. My hubby had a mind like a steel trap and never failed to spoil me rotten when the occasion called for it—or when it didn’t. “Nope,” I answered. “I just thought it was worth a little extra effort to welcome you home since we haven’t seen each other in two weeks.”

  “A little extra effort?” He tilted his body away from mine and trailed a finger down a bra strap, along the top of the cup hugging my breast, and underneath the front clasp. His thumb slid over it and with a flick of his fingers, it opened. “Cooking me dinner might qualify as little, but doing so in nothing but lingerie, heels, and an apron is going above and beyond the call of duty. And that’s before factoring in your choice of color. You know how much I love to see you in white.”

  I made a big show of glancing down at his hands which were kneading my tits while my bra hung open. “Almost as much as you like to see me out of it.”

  “Can you blame me? How is it that you look even more gorgeous now than the day I met you?” His breath was hot against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “It shouldn’t be possible when you were already the most beautiful woman on the planet.”

  I slid my palms up his chest, enjoying the feel of his taut skin and firm muscles, before wrapping my arms around his neck. “I guess I’m one of the world’s great mysteries.”

  “You know I like to solve mysteries,” he quipped. It was true, he was quick to find solutions—faster even than most of the analysts I worked with. “I better do some in depth research to figure this one out.”

  I held on tightly as he lifted me up onto the counter. “You’re going to need to dig deep, stud.”

  “The deeper, the better, right?”

  “Always,” I breathed against his lips.

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  About the Author

  The writing duo of and Rochelle Paige and Elle Christensen team up under the Fiona Davenport pen name to bring you sexy, insta-love stories filled with alpha males. If you want a quick & dirty read with a guaranteed happily ever after, then give Fiona Davenport a try!