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Dropping to his knees, he cupped her face in his palms and kissed her hard, plunging his tongue inside her mouth, hearing her slight moan as he did so.

This woman was his dream come true.

Chapter Five

“I don’t like staying at home and being … useless,” Selma said a week later, entering Drago’s study. She had her arms folded across her chest.

For the past week, she’d been enjoying Drago on a very basic level. They hadn’t exactly had sex yet. There had been no penetration, but Drago wasn’t afraid to touch her and bring her to screaming orgasms, and he certainly had no problem with her licking and sucking his cock.

Still no sex.

Selma hated to admit it, even to herself, but she kind of wanted sex.

Not kind of. She wanted to have sex.

Drago left every day to do what he had to do. She had to stay home and try to occupy her thoughts, and all she could think about was the animals and people she wanted to help.

“You’re not useless,” he said.

She sighed and took a deep breath. What was the point in fighting him? Selma went to turn away, but then squared her shoulders and turned back toward him. “You know, I’ve never not done anything. When I made the decision to leave my father’s home, I had a job. Several jobs, actually. Some of them paid me, and others didn’t. That’s not the point. I can’t keep living here, doing nothing, waiting for you to come home.”

Drago put his pen down, stood, and rounded the table. Why did that have to look so sexy to her?

“And what about when we have children?” Drago asked.

“We’re not having children.”

“We’re not?” Drago asked, his brow raised.

“To have children you have to have sex. We’ve not had sex.” She held up her wedding ring. “This is in name only. It doesn’t mean anything. We could get an annulment.”

Within seconds Drago was in front of her. He didn’t say another word, but grabbed her hand, and they were out of his office. Selma had to scramble to keep up with him, but she did. They were up the stairs, going toward the bedroom.

Selma didn’t say a single word, not even as they stumbled into his bedroom. She hadn’t been in there. She had a separate bedroom. He let her go, closed, and locked the door. The sound of the lock flicking into place made her heart race.

“Take off your clothes.”

“But—”

“Take off your clothes.”

Selma felt her nipples harden. His voice was hard, firm, yet full of heat. Drago didn’t look angry. He looked … aroused. She couldn’t help but glance down his body and sure enough, the hard outline of his cock was visible. Her husband, her man, was hard as rock.

Today she wore a blouse that fastened at the waist, along with a full skirt, and even as her hands shook, Drago didn’t help. It took her a few attempts to remove her own clothes, but eventually she was able to. She stood before him in her bra and panties.

“Last time I checked, underwear is still clothes.”

She took a deep breath, and then slowly removed the rest of her clothes until she stood before him completely naked.

Drago then began to remove his clothes, showcasing his heavily muscled but fully inked chest. She couldn’t help but lick her lips as she watched him.

His cock sprang out as his pants and boxers joined the rest of his clothes. She nibbled her lip, because for several seconds, neither of them moved. Selma didn’t know what to do.

Drago did, and within seconds, his arms were around her body and he moved her toward the bed. She released a moan, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on as he pressed her down. She felt his cock as it pressed between her thighs. Another moan escaped her as he moved her up the bed. Drago kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth, but then he broke the kiss and began to trail his lips down her body, toward her breasts.

She gasped, arching up, moaning, hungry as he took each nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard. He flicked each hardened bud, then dropped down, kissing toward her pussy. She didn’t want him to stop, but they had only ever brought each other to orgasm. She didn’t just want her pussy licked, she wanted it all.

There was no room to protest as he attacked her clit. It felt so good. All she could do was moan and whimper, hungry and desperate for more, and he gave it to her. She cried out as her orgasm sliced through her, taking her by surprise. He took her over the edge, but then, before she had even come down from her release, he stopped.