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doing.
    “What did you plan to make?”
    “Steaks and a salad.” I hoped that he wanted that.
    “Sounds perfect. Do you have some of that dressing that I had one time here?” His beautiful green eyes widened in hopeful anticipation.
    “Yes, I do.” I made the dressing by accident, but then they wanted me to continue making it.
    “It was so good, baby,” he said, coming around the counter, he wrapped his arms around my waist. “You are so fucking perfect, Skye. I’m starting to think I got the better end of the deal.”
    He lowered his head, so he could pepper kisses along the edge of my ear down to my shoulder. His touch sent my pussy into a creamy mess. “Ah,” I moaned, tossing my head back onto his shoulder.
    “Damn, baby. I want to do you again, but we have to take it easy.”
    “Then perhaps you should stop,” I muttered, struggling to get the words out, but damn I wanted that big dick back in me. The feel of his body controlling mine until we were both sated ran through my head.
    “I don’t want to,” he whispered petulantly biting down on my pulse, which was running like a Kenyan—fast as hell.
    “Do you always get your way?” I asked, trying to gain control of my need.
    “Never cared for my own way until my father brought me the best gift a man could ever get.” He made me feel like he truly wanted me, but I needed to remember it was purely the sexual attraction and a lifetime contract.

Chapter 8
    Dinner had been delicious, but I hadn’t expected any different. My father always told me what an amazing cook she had been, and, well, I tasted her cooking on several different occasions. It was always fantastic.
    We were both in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner when I asked, “I wondered why were you in an orphanage.”
    “My parents and brother were in a car accident and my parents died. My brother has been living in a rehabilitation center for the past year.  His injuries were extensive and that’s why I owe your father so much money.” 
    “I’m surprised my father thought to help at all,” I said. My father wasn’t a bad man. He was just a focused person. When he was home he spent time in his library or sleeping.
    “I actually asked him for an advance one day. He asked me what it was for and I had to come clean or he wouldn’t give it to me. He even offered to let my brother come live here, but the rehabilitation center has everything he needs to be taken care of. He’s almost walking again.” 
    “That’s wonderful, Skye. If you want him to come to live with us, I’ll do everything I can to get him here.”
    “You’d do that for me?” she asked, her smile bright as fuck. Damn this woman owned me.
    “You’re my wife. I’d do anything for you.” It was too soon to tell her that I’d fallen madly in love with her and I’d do whatever it took to keep her.
    I carried her to the library where I planned to fuck her nice and slow. Damn. I don’t know why I bothered putting any clothes on. Then again my dick would have been banging against the table throughout the meal. Laying her down on the large sofa that was wide enough to sleep on, I took off her shorts and brought them up to my nose. Her scent was intense and for me. My cock was hard and beads of cum wet my boxers. Her panties had a wet spot for me. Licking my lips, I wanted dessert. I watched her body sway during dinner, telling me she wasn’t just moaning at the taste of her food. She watched the way I ate. Every bite I took was in her gaze. So I knew she wanted me bad.
    “Skye. I loved the way you smell, but not as much as I love the way you taste,” I growled. Like a beast, her scent intensified my appetite.
    I quickly pulled her to the edge of the sofa, dropped to my knees, and tugged her panties to the side. They were as wet as she was. I ran my tongue down her pussy lips, drinking up her sweetness, but I needed more. Stroking her clit with the flat surface of my tongue, my fingers dipped into her pussy. She