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  He twisted a hand in her hair, pulling lightly. He wouldn’t be too gentle. Charlie wouldn’t like that. He pulled just enough to watch her eyes go soft as she began to submit. “You want to play, brat? You want to play after that stunt you pulled? I need you to understand a few things, Charlie Taggart. Your ass is mine as soon as those two girls who are renting move out.”

  She bit her bottom lip before running her tongue over it. “What are you going to do to it, Master?”

  Fuck. He was going to come before she touched him. He took a tight reign on that unruly and desperate cock of his. She was right. They both needed this. He needed a few moments where he could pretend everything was the same. “I’m going to slap that sweet ass silly. Have you seen some of the new toys I’ve bought for you, my love? Unzip my slacks and take my cock out. You’re going to see to me while I explain how bad it’s going to get for you in a few weeks.”

  He let go of her hair and she eagerly moved forward, her hands on the fly of his pants in an instant.

  It was one of the things he adored about his wife. She didn’t hold back or prevaricate. She loved playing with him and she didn’t hold back her affection. It was Charlie’s honest need for him that had first broken through his defenses and allowed him to love her openly and with a free heart. God, he fucking loved her.

  He was also going to torture her.

  His cock popped out as she drew back the band of his boxers. He was already hard as a rock and wanting, but he was going to enjoy this and that meant not shooting off the minute she touched him no matter how much the bastard wanted to. “Lick me. I want you to suck my cock until I tell you to stop, but I swear to god, Charlie, if you’re in pain because of the position, you better tell me.”

  Charlie groaned and her only real reply to him was a long lick of her tongue over his dick. Her hand disappeared and he groaned as he felt that soft palm cup his balls. She rolled them lightly as she swiped at his cockhead, licking up the cream he was already producing. His dick was always ready to go where she was concerned.

  So fucking good. His wife knew exactly how he liked it. She leaned over, her strawberry blonde hair flowing all around, and she sucked at the head of his cock. He shifted his hips, trying to make it easier on her. She settled in and started to suck his cock in long passes. Pure pleasure swamped him, but he hadn’t forgotten what he promised her.

  He settled back and watched his cock disappear between her plump lips. “Once you’re recovered, I’m going to take you to Sanctum. It’ll take a few months, but it’s going to be perfect. I’ve stocked it with everything I need to torture you. You won’t believe the things I’ve bought. New plugs to open up your asshole with. Pretty clamps for your nipples.”

  Her head came up. “It might take a while to get to those, Ian. I plan to breastfeed. You know how sensitive they are now.”

  They were crazy sensitive now. He could lick one and practically make her come. Her whole body had been sensitive lately. After the initial vomiting period, Charlie had been all about getting a little something something, until the final month when she’d been somewhat miserable because she had two extra humans in her body.

  Why did his sperm have to be overachieving? Two babies? Three girls. He was going to be so overwhelmed.

  He growled and pushed her back to his cock. “I do not need to talk about lactation right now.” Although her breasts were larger. Plump and round. Sexy. He knew the reasons for the change, but he couldn’t see her as anything but stunning. And his.

  “I built a privacy room that’s just for us, baby.” He wouldn’t have to share it with anyone because there were plenty. He’d built them a suite complete with a massive bathroom. The shower and soaking tub were built for the two of them. The tile was heated because her feet were always cold and the towel racks warmed the big fluffy bath sheets he’d ordered for her. The bed was huge and there would be an armoire stocked with everything he would need to torture his pretty submissive. In that room they wouldn’t be husband and wife. They wouldn’t be partners. They wouldn’t be parents. In that room, they would be lovers, Master and sub. Ian and Charlie.

  “I can’t wait to see it.” She sucked the head of his cock, sending pleasure coursing through his system. Her tongue bathed his dick. Over and over, she laved him with affection.

  He was a possessive asshole, but he wasn’t going to change. She belonged to him. She’d belonged to him since that moment he’d looked across the dungeon floor in Paris and saw her. Back then she’d had dark hair, but that mischievous grin had been the same.

  That very night he’d approached her and negotiated a scene. He’d spanked her and they’d been in this very position about two hours after meeting. She’d been on her knees, sucking his cock like she would die without it.

  Suddenly, he needed more. As she sucked him, he could see it—their life together playing out in sharp scenes in his head. Those first days when he realized what it meant to go crazy over a woman. He’d never wanted anyone the way he had Charlie. It had been refreshing and terrifying all at one. That first time he’d slid into her body, forcing his way in as she clung to him. Sweet Child o’ Mine had played throughout the club and they’d taken way longer in the privacy room than he’d signed them up for. He saw her standing there in London as he’d made her his wife and no matter what he did, he would always see her dead. It was always on the edge of his consciousness. He knew what it felt like to lose Charlie.

  And to get her back. He could feel himself opening the door the night Alex and Eve had remarried. One moment changed everything. One turn of a doorknob had shifted him into another world—one where Charlie was alive again.

  He’d fought her. He’d fought so hard and now he couldn’t think of a single reason why. He should have gotten on his knees and thanked the fucking universe for the second chance he’d been given.

  There was no one—no other woman in the world—who moved him, who challenged him, who completed him.

  He tugged her off his dick. If she went much longer, he would come in her mouth, and that wasn’t what he needed. He needed communion. His love for her was sacred and he needed to pray. “No, Charlie. I want to get inside you. I need to be inside you.”

  He stood, not giving a damn that his slacks slid off. He reached down to draw her up. She was heavier, but that was only because she was carrying their babies. The truth was, she was beautiful always to him. She could gain or lose weight, grow older, change her hair. It wouldn’t matter. He would see her one way. He was surprised to find out the Charlie of his dreams wasn’t the woman he’d first met. She’d been amazing. She’d haunted his dreams for years, but when he closed his eyes, the Charlie he saw was the one he’d opened the door to. The one who had been smart enough and brave enough to find her way home. The one with strawberry blonde hair. She’d gotten on her knees for him that night, too.

  “Charlie Taggart,” he said in an authoritative voice as his hands found her hips.

  Despite the fact that she was tall for a woman, she had to look up at him. “Yes, Ian?”

  He stared at her as though he could imprint his will on her. “Did I ever say thank you?”

  Her lips curled up slightly. “You rarely do, but you don’t need words to say how you feel. I know.”

  But she deserved the words. “Thank you for coming back for me.”

  Her face softened and reached up to touch his, her fingertips sliding along his jaw. “Babe, there was never a question of that. I will always find my way back to you.”

  “I love you and you should know that if you die on me again, I’ll find you. I won’t let us be apart again.”

  “Never again,” she promised. “Ian, I’m going to be okay.”

  She always saw through him. He lowered his mouth to hers. “You better be or there will be hell to pay. I love you.”

  “Back at you, Taggart.”

  Her arms went around his neck and he stopped thinking about anything but getting inside her. His tongue plunged deep and met w
ith hers, sliding together. He caressed those sensitive breasts and felt her shudder in his arms. She was right. He’d spent the last few weeks treating her like she was fragile, but his Charlie was strong enough to handle almost anything. He drew her close and circled one of her nipples with his thumb. Even under the cotton shirt and bra she was wearing, he could feel the nipple go rigid, begging for his tongue and mouth. He unbuttoned her blouse and drew the strap of her bra down so he could release one plump breast.

  “Please, Ian,” she murmured as his hand cupped her. “Please touch me everywhere. I miss this so much.”

  He kissed his way down her neck, her skin so familiar and yet always so exciting to him. This was his true home. This woman. They could be anywhere in the world and as long as he was with her, he was home.

  He leaned over and gently captured that pert nipple between his lips. He was careful with her, licking around the areola before sucking it into his mouth. Charlie shook in his arms, her hands finding his hair and fingernails scratching along his scalp. He fucking loved that. He pulled on her clothes until she was bare from the waist up and he got those breasts in his hands. He dropped to his knees and began to drag the voluminous cotton skirt she wore over her big belly.

  “You’re sure it’s not horrible?” She stared down at him.

  She might still get a spanking. He dragged on the skirt until it hit the floor and then ran his hands over the outrageous curve of her stomach, smiling when something kicked back at him. His girls. They weren’t calm or patient. They wriggled around as though anxious to get this life going. He kissed her belly. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and just for that I’m putting you on the human hamster wheel. No talking shit about my property.”

  She was his and no one talked shit about his queen. Not even his queen.

  He gently eased her back on his desk, his hand running down between her legs. He could already smell her arousal. Sweetest damn smell in the world. His fingers found her, parting her and playing through her labia. So hot. She was already wet for him.

  Charlie spread her legs for him. She was supported by his desk, her palms flat behind her so she leaned back to where she could get comfy. Yeah, he could work with this position. He circled her clit.

  “Hamster wheel?” Her voice came out in a breathy pant. “You can’t be serious.”

  Oh, he was serious. “Top of the line. And after you’re through breast feeding, I’ll trade out the little water bottle for vodka.”

  She threw her head back and laughed, the sound sweet to his ears. Like everything his wife did, she laughed with great enthusiasm. She moaned as she tilted her pelvis up. “That feels so good. And you’re insane if you think I’m running on a hamster wheel. Hey, maybe we should get one for the girls. If they’re anything like their cousin, they’ll be rambunctious. Carys is a little ball of energy. We can let them run on the hamster wheel for a couple of hours a day and then they’ll sleep.”

  And she matched him for deviousness. “Done, baby. I knew Sean was too easy on that kid. He lets her play with Aidan and Tristan. He’s asking for her to get involved in some weird ménage thing.”

  “Yes, right there. Oh, right there.” Her head dropped back. “And you have to go easy on the boys. They’re infants. They’re not trying anything.”

  He wasn’t so sure, but he would keep his own counsel on that one. And he was definitely watching the boys in his daughters’ playgroup. He might even have a little man to baby talk with all of them so those boys knew the lay of the land. Charlie had liberal ideas about how girls should be raised. He was thinking about going old school and locking them in a very nice cloister for the first forty years or so.

  She was close, but Ian liked to tease. He withdrew his hand.

  His wife’s head came up, those gorgeous eyes flaring. “Ian!”

  He was ahead of her. He lined his cock up and started to work his way in. He spread her wide but kept the penetration shallow. In another two months or so he would take her hard and plunge deep, but he was careful now. “I’ll give you what you need, baby.”

  He found her clit again and pressed down as he thrust inside her.

  Something kicked him hard, a sure sign that those girls were going to make his sex life very difficult. Luckily, he didn’t let anything get to him when he was fucking. They could kick all they liked. This was his time.

  Charlie tightened around him, but he was ready. She responded so easily to him, as though she was always primed to take pleasure from him. He set a steady rhythm and watched as her breasts bounced as she moved against him, trying to force him in deeper. It wouldn’t work. He controlled this, but he liked to watch her fight for her orgasm. He pressed hard again, the pad of his thumb tight to her clit, and she flushed. Charlie’s body tightened and her eyes went soft. She called out his name and squeezed him tight.

  This was what he’d needed. Connection. When he was inside her, everything was right with the world. The rest of it—the worry and fear—it fell away until there was only her and pleasure.

  He felt his balls draw up and thrust faster, getting just a bit deeper. It wasn’t all he wanted. He wanted to be balls deep, but he would take her any way he could get her. He was addicted to this woman. He craved her.

  He let go and his orgasm flooded his system with pure joy. The world seemed softer than before, his troubles further away. He pumped into her, giving her everything he had.

  He sighed and reached for her, pulling her close. Her belly was between them and the girls seemed more active. He chuckled as he kissed her nose. He even loved her damn nose with its light dusting of freckles. “That didn’t make them happy.”

  Charlie laid her head on his shoulder. “It made me happy.” She draped herself around him. “I swear they’re fighting for dominance in there.”

  He ran a hand over her flesh. “They’re Taggarts. What else would they be doing?” He suddenly wanted to stay this way, alone with her, naked with her. “Baby, why don’t you get dressed and I’ll take you home. We’ll take the rest of the week off. Hell, let’s take vacation and we’ll wait for the babies.”

  She turned her head up, a little frown on her face. “I really am fine, Ian.”

  She wasn’t because she obviously didn’t understand him. “I wasn’t concerned about your health.” Though he really always was. “I want to be alone with you. In a few days, there won’t be much alone time. I want some peace before the demons show up.”

  She laughed and lightly slapped him across the chest. “Stop calling our daughters demons, Ian Taggart. They are going to be sweet little ladies.”

  “So you cheated on me with the UPS guy?” Because his daughters likely wouldn’t be very ladylike. Not if they took after their dad.

  She hugged him again and then pushed away, getting to her feet. He kept his hands on her, making sure she didn’t fall. She looked him up and down. “You are the only man in the world who can have his junk hanging out like that and I still find attractive. Naked is so much hotter.” She proved it by turning around and walking toward the bathroom conveniently located a few feet away.

  “You didn’t let me get undressed, baby. You were too hot for that.” He bent over and dragged his slacks up, tucking his shirt back in. His body was humming and the sight of his gorgeous wife walking across the room made him wonder if they shouldn’t take a nice long shower before they went home.

  She disappeared behind the door.

  Why not take the next few weeks off? Alex could handle the administrative crap and Simon could deal with clients and operative questions. They didn’t have too much on the docket. Sully had written him a hefty check despite the fact that it hadn’t taken him more than a few moments to solve the case.

  He could easily spend a few weeks nesting with his wife, and he could start by washing that lovely body of hers off in the shower he’d had installed a few years back. Back then that bathroom had been all about function. He often slept at the office in the early days. Now it was definitely
helpful for those times when he and the missus decided to get their freak on.

  And he suspected Sean had hauled Grace in here just for kicks. It would serve him right since he’d screwed Charlie on Sean’s desk at Top a couple of months before.

  The heart wanted what the heart wanted…and his dick definitely wanted her.

  He was almost to the door when it opened and Charlie stood there, her eyes wide.

  “Ian,” she said in a breathless voice.

  His heart nearly seized. “What?”

  “My water broke.”

  How the hell did water break…shit.

  Normal was over.

  Chapter Three

  “Do you think they can tell?” Charlie asked when the doctor left.

  “Yes,” Ian replied. “They can tell you’re pregnant, baby. They are really good doctors and they know a pregnant lady when they see one.”

  She’d lost her damn mind, but he was going to be supportive.

  Her eyes rolled and she shook her head as she maneuvered her way to sitting on the hospital bed. “No. I’m talking about sex. Do you think they can tell that we had sex?”

  He gave her belly a pointed stare. “Yeah.”

  She sighed. “I meant recently, Ian. I meant like two hours ago. That kid was all down there looking at my lady bits and I was wondering if he could tell you’d been up in that today.”

  “Not at all.” Probably, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. “All they can see is the centimeter thing.”

  Charlie’s whole body stiffened and she reached for him. He moved as quickly as he could, giving her a hand to hold on to as the pain took her. It seemed to last forever, but he knew it wasn’t more than a few seconds. His wife was in pain and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Well, he could.

  “Take the epidural.”

  “I will if it gets to be too much,” she agreed. “But right now it would only slow down the labor.”

  He needed everything to slow down. He needed it to stop. From the moment she’d told him the babies were coming to now seemed like both forever and the blink of an eye.