The motley crew attending the ceremony sat shoulder to shoulder and Michael saw no censure or judgement in any of those faces. The Lees sat with another Chinese woman and a number of well behaved children. McKenzie told him the woman was her landlady, Mrs. Wu. He never did hear Mrs. Wu speak, but dark eyes warmed whenever she looked at his wife. Lisa was there with two pale faced waifs, sans the battle axe. Michael would never tell McKenzie how that feat had been orchestrated, or the additional one that took place for Lisa back in the States. It wouldn’t do for his sub to think her Dom was anything other than a hard ass. But Lisa wasn’t going to have to scrimp and save ever again. Or have to live with her mother.
Donna steadfastly ignored Sanderson, who stared with nothing other than lust and awe, and Michael silently congratulated himself on his insight and matchmaking skills. Now that was going to be a battle of wills he’d pay good money to see. Finding a place for Donna to “afford” had been easy, as had increasing her wages. The Lees were totally inscrutable in that partnership. The rest of the people who gathered to bear witness at the wedding, to their commitment, were also part of his burgeoning relationship with McKenzie, from Alexandria and Rory, to Jackson, to his cousin, Jenifer. His driver had a very handsome young man at his side and Jenifer couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of either of them. The interest spared Michael her fatuous comments and made him speculate. He planned to check into Jenifer’s secrets when he had the time. And the energy.
His lapful of love stirred. “Michael?”
“Yes, wife.” He couldn’t say that often enough.
“I want a baby.”
Michael flailed in shock amidst the roiling water and McKenzie slipped from his arms, beneath the surface to sputter back up and push the long, soaked strands of hair from her face. He yanked her close and stared into sapphire eyes, dark lashes spangled with moisture, as she caught her breath. She looked back, solemn and trusting.
“By all means, McKenzie. Whatever my sub needs. We’ll start immediately,” he replied, proud of how his trained control reflected in his Dom voice. And then he happily spoiled the effect by taking her mouth with his, ravishing it, telling his wife, his sub, without words what agreeing to the request meant to him. A baby, a child to be conceived within the depths of absolute trust and love. Definitely a challenge, fitting in all the kink and working around the life of a family man, but he would manage it, because it was the right thing.
*THE END*
About the Author
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada, with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks, too! She writes contemporary romance under another pen name. After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied—when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance.
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