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“She went to college in London, didn’t she? How long was she away? Three years?” Five years, two months, and twelve days actually. “Fuck if I know,”
“Do I look like some kind of petty thief to you?” “No, Celeste,” I tell her, my heart racing. “You look fucking breathtaking tonight.”
“Because I missed you, my beautiful Celestial. I missed that soft huff that escapes your lips when I annoy you, the way your eyes flash when I outdo you, the way you challenge me to do better.”
“I’ll remember those words fondly the next time I’m pushing my cock deep into you, Celeste. When I’ve got you on the brink of an orgasm, my name on your lips, I’ll make you eat those words before I make you beg for more. And you will. You’ll beg, just like you did that night.”
What my beautiful Celestial hasn’t quite figured out is that this time, I’m playing for keeps.
I might hate him as a person, but I respect him as a hotelier.
I’ve waited years for a shot with her—I won’t wait another second, won’t let my own dumb behavior come between us the way it used to.
“If you want inside knowledge, just ask me directly. Odds are I’ll tell you.”
Since you don’t know who I am, that begs the reverse of the question too: Should bad behavior be punished? I can only hope you believe it should be, since I suspect I’d greatly enjoy punishing you.
“I’m glad you find me somewhat attractive, at least. That bodes well for my nefarious plans.”
“I’m going to lay my cards out on the table and pray you don’t eviscerate me
“You took my first kiss and my first time, and now you’re my first girlfriend. How many more firsts will you take? I’ll give them all to you if you want them.”
“Why don’t you start by pushing me up against the wall so I can see how sturdy it is? You know, for research purposes.”
“Do you really want to risk Sierra’s wrath? Didn’t she remove the shoelaces from all of your shoes just last week? Why would you mess with someone who’s clearly fucking unhinged? Honestly, who even thinks of something weird like that?”
“Then…then how did you…how did you become so good at this?” “Watched a lot of porn,”
“Welcome to family, asshole. I doubt you w-will, but try not to give me another reason to punch you in the face. Pretty sure my little sister likes that face quite a bit. I’d hate to ruin it.”
“You reek of liquor. The next time you want to bond with the boys, try not to poison them and yourself.”
That fucking bitch. I hate how beautiful she looked, how she felt against me, how she tasted. I hate every single thing about her, but what I hate most is the way I still want her.
“Set fire to anything you please,”
“I’m not sure it’s appropriate to tell me about my grandson’s sexual preferences,”
“I’ll drag you to hell with me,” he promises, his breathing ragged. “Right where we both belong.”
“Look at me,” she demands, her tone tinged with desperation. “If you’re going to fuck me, you’d better look at who you’re with, Zane.”
“For a man who claims to hate me, you’re awfully hard,”
“I really do hate you,” she whispers, her breath caressing my sensitive skin. “And I like you a lot better when that vicious mouth of yours is too preoccupied to speak.”
“Darling,” Zane mumbles, his voice low, threatening. “Tell me you didn’t insinuate that I couldn’t come over because I was too busy gathering cow shit.”
“I don’t know how to handle this listless version of you, Celeste. I want the woman who fights with me every second of every day, the one who won’t let go once she’s set her mind to something.”
The hatred is becoming harder to hold on to, especially when she looks at me like she needs saving.
Sex isn’t the same as real intimacy—it’s a glimpse of it
“Next time you want something, just tell me, Celestial,” he whispers as he brushes my hair out of my face. “I’m not the kind of man that’d deny his wife anything.”
There’s something about those fucking things she wears to keep her stockings up—it’s fucking irresistible.
“This cock is only for good girls, Celeste. I told you not to come, didn’t I?”
“You look like a fucking goddess,” he says eventually, sounding tormented. “And you, Husband dearest…you look like you want to fuck your goddess.”
“I will, Celestial. Remember that as every man in the room vies for your attention tonight. It’s my bed you’re ending up in. You’re mine. When the night is over, I’m the one that’ll take that dress off.”
Missing someone who’s gone is tough, but missing someone who’s right by your side chips away at your soul like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.
“Did you know I was always jealous of this stupid pasta, because each time you have it, you wrap your lips around your fork the way you wrap them around my cock? I should be the only one that can make you sound like that.”
“Okay, babe. I’ll just eat it quietly next time. I’ll only ever moan like that for you—that’s a vow.”
It’s obvious that things aren’t easy, but real love never is, is it? It’s messy, and it’s ugly at times, but it’s always worth it.
“It’s going to be okay,” he tells her. “You belong with us, Celeste. This is what family does—we argue, we fall out with each other, but we always find our way back.”
“Damn. I’ll never be that whipped,” he says to himself, and I grin as I follow my wife, knowing that isn’t true—it’s a Windsor trait. Our wives own us, and I let myself forget it for a little while.
“I vow to love you and only you, forever and always. Through the ups and downs, I’ll be faithful, compassionate, and patient. I’ve loved you through all the seasons in life, Celeste, and I’ll continue to do so. Day after day, I will choose you, no matter what. That, my beautiful Celestial, is a vow.”
“No? Then what do you call this thing you’re doing that’s making your chest rise and fall against me so seductively?” She bites back a smile and shakes her head. “It’s called breathing, Zane.” “Seduction, that’s what it is.”
Just wait till you catch a glimpse of my ankles. That’ll really blow your mind.”
“But if you take me home, I’ll ride you the way you like,” she whispers against my lips. “Isn’t that more fun than being ordered around by my mom all day?”
“Right, so you’re fucking your business partner’s sister as a favor. What the fuck, Arch?”
