“I was going to say, before I was rudely interrupted,” she teased, “that I admire you because in the face of me leaving and Vida, you didn’t give up.”
He shook his head. “Oh, no, baby. I did give up. I was what you call a player for a long time. Women were for physical pleasure, and even if I didn’t sleep with them, I flirted. It’s what I did. Then I made a friend who blatantly told me I had my head in the sand, nursing a broken heart, and I needed to deal with it. She said I was too old to not deal with my emotional issues and that I was clinging to the past.”
Heaven laughed. “Wow, blunt. Who was that?”
“Shada’s sister.”
“Really? You have to tell me about her.”
“Not now,” he insisted. “Right now, I’m thinking of a way to get you out of here so I can make love to you for the rest of the day.”
“We have guests, sir.”
“They will understand, especially my brothers.”
“No way.” She wiggled out of his arms and started toward the door. “We have to cut the cake and thank everybody for sharing our day with us.”
He groaned where he leaned on the desk. Heaven reached a hand out to him. As she did, her heart swelled, ready to burst out of her chest. He loves me, he loves me, she chanted in her head like a child.
“Coming, husband?”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that. “Yes, wife, I’m coming. Wait, how soon can that be literally true?”
She rolled her eyes, and they returned arm in arm to their guests.
Chapter Fourteen
“I didn’t expect this,” Heaven said as she hit a few keys on Damen’s piano. They had the whole house to themselves because Shada and Creed had the kids. “I can’t believe Creed agreed.”
Damen handed her a drink, and she took a sip before he claimed her lips in a kiss. “It’s just for one night. Shada wants to see what it’s like and see if as she says she won’t ‘lose her damn mind.’”
Heaven laughed. “That sounds like her.”
“Why are we in here?” He frowned at the room she liked, with hardwood floors, arm chairs, a fireplace, and even a couple bookshelves built into the wall with more knickknacks than books filling them.
“I like this room, but why do you have a piano?”
He shrugged. “I thought I’d learn to play. Turns out I love the guitar too much.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
He grinned. “Well, then Gideon might want to someday. It will be here if he does.”
Heaven sighed. “Sometimes I worry about him.”
“Don’t.” He tugged her to her feet and led her into the hall. “If I’m right, Gideon’s genius lies in a different direction than book smarts.”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I think music speaks to him on a level most of us could never understand.”
“Like a prodigy?”
“If he played, probably yes. He learned what I taught him in an instant, but I suspect he’s not going in that direction.”
“How so? You’ve lost me.”
Damen paused by a settee in the hall, and she wondered why the hall even needed one. Who cared? She loved this historical styled house and wouldn’t change a thing other than Gideon’s room. “Composition, production, Gideon might enjoy it all, and I want to see how far he can go. Not like my dad did, working in dives for pennies and drinking it away. We have the means to help our son, Heaven, and I want to do it. Are you with me?”
“Definitely.”
“Good. Now about this sexy body right here…” He slid a hand over her belly, and she caught his wrist.
“We can’t do it in the hall.”
“It’s our house. Why not? No one’s around.” He wiggled his eyebrows. She shook her head at him. Heaven turned to run off, but Damen caught her and drew her backward into his arms. The man had the buttons undone on her pants in a heartbeat and his hand inside her panties. “What do we have here?”
“My cootchie. Get out of there.”
“Never.” She gasped when he parted her folds and slid a finger inside her. Damen groaned. “You’re already wet.”
“I’m n-not,” she lied and sagged against him. He stroked into her heat and out again, driving her desire higher. At the same time, he squeezed her left breast through her blouse and bra and then, unsatisfied, he shoved the material aside to pinch her nipple. She whimpered. “Damen, the bodyguards.”
“They’ve been ordered to give us space.”
“They won’t go far.” She moaned again when he began circling her clit.
Damen loosened her pants even more and pushed them along with her panties over her hips. Anybody arriving would get an eyeful, but her husband didn’t care. He kept rolling a thumb over her bud until she was shaking with a need to release. Her pussy throbbed, and her inner muscles coiled in anticipation of it.
“Open your legs a little more, Heaven.”
“Damen.”
“A little more, baby.”
She complied, and he pushed four fingers into her heat. He worked them in and out while holding her to his chest, one breast engulfed by his palm. The man refused to stop but increased his pumping into her slick sex until she forgot about the bodyguards.
“Damen, I’m going to come!”
He groaned in her ear. “You’re so wet, that’s exactly what I’m waiting for.”
“We could have…we…” She lost her train of thought. An orgasm shattered all resistance, and she screamed in pleasure. From the hall, which was a wide-open space, her voice echoed all over the house. She had expected Damen to cover her mouth, but the bum let her go for it.
Before Heaven could come down from her high, she heard steps on the second floor. Damen moved behind her, but instead of ending their lovemaking session, he whisked her around to face the wall and the settee. She had a moment to gather a breath and then he plunged his cock into her pussy from behind. Heaven cried out his name. He held onto her hips and pushed deep. She tumbled forward, one knee on the settee, a hand on the wall. Damen followed and didn’t allow their bodies to part for a second.
“They’ll see,” she whispered, but her eyelids were heavy from the pleasure of him being inside her.
Damen encircled her in his arms. He curved his body over hers, molding to her butt and shoving her blouse and bra up to cup her breasts. “They wouldn’t disrespect us that way.”
“We’re in public.”
“We’re in the privacy of our home, and I’m going to make love to my perfect wife all over this house.”
“Damen,” she protested one last time.
He covered her mouth with his and pushed his tongue between her lips. She couldn’t help sucking lightly on his tongue. Damen allowed it for a few seconds and then drew back. “Tell me you love me, baby. I want to hear it again.”
He pumped into her, their skin sticking from perspiration. Heaven loved the hardness of his thighs and the heat from his body. She let the fear go. “I love you, Damen.”
“I love you too, Heaven.” He moved his hand from her breast to her belly and lower to cover her mound as his dick glided in to the hilt. “Can I come in you?”
She looked back at him, eyes wide. He stilled, waiting. She swallowed and nodded, and then Damen was pumping deep into her pussy. His breath came in short, noisy bursts as he pushed, and bent forward, arching her back, and taking all of him. Damen jerked, and his hot seed flooded her sex.
“Damn, that felt good,” Damen moaned. He pulled her up and slid out of her. They both moaned and kissed. Her husband turned her to face him. “I don’t think I’ve had enough.”
“Upstairs this time,” she demanded.
He sighed. “Fine. You win.”
They started hand in hand toward the stairs. Heaven scarcely got her pants pulled up enough to walk straight let alone avoid flashing anyone. A familiar ding sounded throughout the house, and they both froze.
“Crap, who’s that?” she squeaked.
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Heaven held onto him. “Your junk is hanging out, and so is mine, and we’re…gooey.”
He chuckled. Damen spun around to face her and whipped her into his arms. He took the stairs at a jog and reached the top in seconds. “Guy, the door,” he called out.
“Yes, sir.”
Heaven looked around to see where the bodyguard spoke from, but Damen whisked her into their bedroom, kicked the door shut, and laid her on the bed. She had enough time to slide to the edge of the bed when there was another knock on the bedroom door. Heaven frowned. “Wasn’t this supposed to be our alone time?”
Damen seemed just as confused about the interruption. He stood looking down at the front of his pants as if he tried to determine whether to take them off or zip them up. “Who is it?”
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Damen,” Guy called through the door. “But there’s a man here who claims to be Ms. Heaven’s father.”
Heaven blinked in disbelief. “That’s not possible.”
“Professor Alfred Burk,” Guy said.
Heaven glanced at her husband, who hadn’t spoken since Guy announced who was at the door. She studied his expression and knew right away, he wasn’t surprised by the announcement. She stood up and faced him, hands on her hips. “You knew he was coming, didn’t you?”
Damen tried touching her cheek, but she ducked her head away. “I didn’t know. I hoped he would days ago.”
“What?”
He sighed. “Remember when you asked me what I was up to? This is what. I contacted him and had a long discussion with him about you. I tried to invite him to come down and give you away, to behave for once like a father should. Don’t be mad, Heaven, baby.”
Her mouth fell open. “I’m not mad. I can’t believe you did that for me. He was your friend.”
“You’re my wife. There’s nothing I want more than to make you happy.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist. “I can’t get over how amazing you are.”
He raised her chin and frowned down at her. “If you want me to send him away, I will. I realize maybe I jumped the gun, and I shouldn’t have pushed. He might have ruined our wedding day if he showed up without any warning. I can make sure he never hurts you again.”
She laughed. “That sounds like you’re the mob, and you’ll get the boys to ‘make him disappear.’”
“Hm, maybe I should develop mob connections next.”
She smacked his arm, and he grinned.
“No, I don’t hate him, Damen, as much as I kind of wish I did. He showed up, so I’ll see what he has to say for himself. If he’s critical of me and tells me I’m not good enough for you, I’m having Weaver toss his ass out on the front lawn.”
Damen kissed the top of her head. “That’s my girl. Don’t worry. One false word, and Guy will help Weaver do it. Fair enough?”
“Fair enough. But first, my dad can wait until I take a shower. I’m not going down there smelling like sex.”
Damen followed her toward the bathroom. “Well, you’re looking a little tense. Let me help you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He held up one hand and laid the other over his chest. “Honestly, the best way to relieve stress and tension is through lovemaking in the shower. Come on. Let me show you.”
“Damen Marquette, you’re impossible.”
“Yes, I am.”
The End
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