Page 69 of The Decoy

“Brody…” Her voice cracks, and it’s a sound so rare and vulnerable coming from a woman as unshakable as Ellis Renwick that I feel like I should wrap her in my arms.

She steps into the center of the room, her steps silent against the rug. Her hand reaches out, fingers trembling as she smooths them over the crib rail. She looks down into the crib and places her hand in the center, then turns slowly, staring at the paneling, lights, and clothes displayed in the open closet.

“You…did all this?” she whispers, turning to look at me, her eyes glittering with tears. “By yourself?”

“Well, yes and no. I had a crew do most of it, but I picked everything out and set up the crib,” I admit, my voice deep and rough as I close the distance between us. “I want you to walk in here and know he has everything he needs.”

Ellis steps into me. She doesn’t say a word. She just looks up at me, her confidence melting into pure devotion. She reaches up, placing both of her smooth palms against my cheeks, her fingers pressing into my stubble as she pulls my head down to hers.

Her lips press against mine, a fierce heat that hits me like a physical blow. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s deep, demanding, and overflowing with an intensity that sets my blood on fire as our tongues tangle. I wrap my arms around her waist.

When she finally breaks the kiss, her chest is heaving, and her eyes burn with desire that makes me feel like I’m about to lose control.

“You are an extraordinary man, Brody,” she breathes against my lips, her hands sliding down my chest to the hem of my shirt, slipping her hands beneath it, her hands feeling like fire against my skin. “An absolute force.”

“I just love you,” I say, my hands moving to her hips, pulling her against me. “You. Him. That’s all there is for me.”

“Take me to bed, Brody,” she commands, her voice dropping to a smoky timbre that sends a jolt of electricity right to my cock.

“Yes, ma’am.” I slide one arm behind her back, the other beneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly into my arms. She laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck as I carry her out of the nursery, straight to our room.

I walk to the bed and lay her down gently.

Ellis doesn’t wait. As soon as her back hits the pillows, her eyes lock onto mine with an almost predatory heat. “I want you naked. Now.”

A dark, low chuckle escapes me as I reach for the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it behind me. Ellis’s eyes drag down my chest, over my abs, down to the waistband of my jeans, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip.

She sits up slowly, reaching down to untie her silk wrap dress. The fabric parts, then falls down her shoulders and off her arms, revealing her full breasts threatening to spill out of her hot as fuck lacy bra.

She looks impossibly sexy—a picture of femininity, glowing with strength and completely unbothered by the changes in her body, which only turns me on more, carrying herself like a goddess.

“You take my breath away, Princess,” I practically growl, kicking off my shoes and stripping off my jeans and briefs, stepping out of them until I’m completely naked next to the bed, my cock unbelievably hard and heavy with an overwhelming need to be inside her heat.

Ellis watches my movements, her gaze lingering on my dick before reaching out, wrapping her fingers tightly around the base of my shaft. She strokes me once, slowly, making my hips flex and a groan tear from my throat.

“You’re so hard for me, Brody,” she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction, as she shifts herself on the mattress. She turns to her side, bending to remove the rest of her dress, leaving her in her bra and panties. “Come here.”

I place a knee on the bed, leaning forward to reach around and unhook her bra, letting it slide down her arm, and then cup her sensitive breasts. She gasps when my thumbs brush over her peaked nipples, her head falling back. I remove her panties next, then guide her to lie down before taking one of her nipples into my mouth.

“Brody…yes...” she breathes, running her fingers through my hair.

I release her nipple with a pop, then move over to the other breast and flick her nipple with my tongue, while pinching the nipple I just had in my mouth.

“No more teasing, I want you,” she demands.

I can’t help but chuckle as I climb onto the bed, reaching up to guide her as she positions herself over me. She shifts her body so she’s mounting me at an angle, her knees braced on either side of my thigh, taking complete control and giving her more room to move.

I reach up, my hands mapping every inch of her naked body before settling over the warm, firm curve of her belly. Slipping one hand lower, my fingers glide between her thighs.

She’s already soaked for me. The slick heat between her thighs is intoxicating, sweet, heavy musk that drives me absolutely out of my mind. I slip two fingers deep inside her pussy, working them in a steady upward rhythm that makes her tilt her hips down into my hand, loud moans escaping her lips.

“Goddamn, your pussy is practically sucking my fingers, greedy for me,” I growl up at her, watching the intoxicating look on her face as I work inside her. I pull my fingers out slowly, tracing her swollen lips with her own arousal. “So fucking wet and warm.”

“I am,” she breathes, her tone demanding as her hand slides down my chest, her nails biting lightly into my muscle, “and I’m done waiting.”

I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them clean with a low groan. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

She lifts herself slightly, guiding the thick head of my cock right against her dripping entrance. Looking down at me, her eyes darken with absolute heat as she slowly lowers her hips.