Page 52 of Replacement

I don’t want to move. I want to lean against William, his arms wrapped around me, his breath against my skin, for all of time. Safe. Protected. Cared for. Valued.

Forever.

When it feels like the mood of his hold starts to change, I turn my head so I can see his face. He’s watching me—still tired but warmer than before.

Very warm.

“You’re not thinking naughty thoughts, are you?” I ask, genuinely curious.

He laughs. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know. You had a look in your eyes.”

He pulls my face over so he can kiss me. Slow and thorough and leisurely. When he finally breaks away, he murmurs, “Well, who knows how long we’re going to be stuck in this traffic jam?”

Giggling, I adjust my position. “Okay. I’m telling you right now, I’m not taking off my clothes in the back of this car. Tinted windows or no. But I’m happy to do something for you.”

His lips part, and his eyes grow hot as I sink onto my knees on the floor of the back seat. The car is exceptionally roomy and always kept in pristine condition, so I’m not worried about my bare legs on the carpet. I do have to hike up my skirt.

“Don’t do it only to satisfy me,” William says, his eyes raking over me.

“I’m going to do it because I want to.” I meet his eyes and wait for him to nod before I reach up to unfasten his belt.

There’s a bit of unsexy maneuvering as I get his pants undone and pull them down enough to free his penis. He’s already halfway aroused.

He groans softly as I stroke him. Closes his eyes for a minute but then opens them again. Focuses down on me as if he doesn’t want to miss seeing anything.

I tease him with my fingers until he’s fully erect. I’m familiar with his body now. He likes when I stroke my fingertips up the underside of his shaft and lightly massage his balls. There’s a certain thrill to watching and feeling him grow under my touch. Harden and lengthen with ragged gasps and a slight shifting of his hips.

Beneath the thrill is a heavy clench below my belly. Not arousal but somehow akin. Ownership. A bone-deep recognition that he’s mine—mine—to take care of this way.

When I glance up, he’s watching me hotly, his eyes narrowed from heavy, languid lids. And he’s still watching when I raise myself higher on my knees and lean forward so I can circle the head of him with my lips.

I give him a light suck that provokes a breathless exclamation from him.

He pulls a couple of pins out my chignon, letting it fall loose over my shoulders before combing his fingers through the length. When I take more of him in my mouth, some of my hair falls forward, blocking my face, so he gathers it up in his fist and holds it in a loose ponytail so he can see what I’m doing to him.

I push his legs farther apart and maneuver my hand in place so I can rub his balls as I establish a steady rhythm with my mouth. Gradually the muscles of his thighs and stomach tense. The grip on my hair gets tighter. His breathing accelerates until it finally transforms into helpless, choppy moans.

I’m not sure I’ve ever in my life felt so powerful. So free. Like I’m flying and grounded and safe and free-falling all at the exact same time.

Taking as much of him as I can in my mouth, I suck hard a few times. Edge my fingers back so I can rub the sensitive spot behind his sac.

He lets out a loud, broken groan and jerks his hips a few times as he lets go. His shaft shudders in my mouth before he comes in several spurts.

I take him as best I can, coughing just slightly as I swallow a second time.

He lets go of my hair and moves his hand to cup my face. “You okay?” he rasps, fully relaxed now, soft and sated.

Letting him slip from my lips at last, I smile up at him. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome.”

He looks like he’s about to go to sleep, so I’m genuinely surprised when he reaches down to pull me up from the floor and settle me on his lap again. I snuggle into him, breathing the familiar scent of him, exhilarated and terrified both that he smells exactly like home to me.

He nuzzles the crook of my neck, pressing a few clumsy kisses on my skin. “Can I take care of you now?”