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That must be it.
We’re silent the rest of the way to the house, both of us lost in our own thoughts. When we pull into the driveway, Ansel kills the engine and looks over at me, his expression thoughtful.
“Stay with me.”
I grin. “Ialwaysstay with you.”
But he shakes his head. “No. I mean stay. Stay even when the preschool slot opens up in September?—”
“Oh my gosh, they finally called you?” I interrupt.
He exhales a laugh. “Not the point, Elodie.”
I bite my lip, and his eyes darken in response. He reaches for me, threading his hand into the curls at the nape of my neck and guiding me across the console for a kiss. I melt, happy to fall into the safety of his lips.
When we break away, he studies me in the dim light, his eyes darting over my face. “You don’t have to answer now. But the offer stands.”
“Look at you, finally learning to ask for what you need,” I tease.
He smiles, sweet and bashful. “Not what I need, Elodie. What Iwant.”
I pick up on the double meaning and smirk. “And what else do you want, Ansel?”
He opens the door and gets out, tossing a devilish grin as he goes. “Why don’t you come inside and let me show you?”
Chapter 32
Ansel
I’ve got her slammed against the door before she even knows what’s happening. Goddamnthis woman and her mouth. Her sweet, beautiful, sensuous mouth that she used to tell Lauren off.
It’s hot as fuck.
The way she stood up for my daughter? For me?
I sink to my knees and pull the gown up, groaning when I see the flimsy lace fabric barely covering anything between her legs. I press my mouth against her, feeling her wetness and nearly losing my mind in the process. The panties have to go. I rip them with one hard yank of my hands.
Above me, Elodie gasps. “I liked those! I just bought them…” She drifts off with a moan that turns into a curse.
I grin as I run my tongue over her clit just the way she likes it. “Can’t help it,” I say against her. “Needed to eat this pussy.”
Her hands thread through my hair as she lifts a leg over my shoulder and settles against the door, happy to let me have my way with her.
I don’t let up, thrusting my tongue into her and following it with my fingers, finding that perfect spot that makes herpractically sing with pleasure as I pay attention to her clit, swirling and pressing.
“Fuck, Ansel, fuck, fuck,fuck!” On the final curse, she climaxes, shuddering and bucking against my face.
It’s fantastic.
But I’m nowhere near done. I pull her through the orgasm, and when she exhales and sags against the door, I rise and scoop her into my arms.
She flails her legs and swats at my chest. “Ansel! Put me down, I’m heavy!”
“Baby, I hip thrust more than you,” I promise. “Now quit wiggling and trust me when I say I can handle you.Allof you.”
She blinks slowly, her already-glassy eyes shining with satisfaction. “And what’s next?”
“Next, I’m going to bend you over that couch. I’m going to bury myself so deep in you and fuck you so hard that neither one of us will ever recover.”
