Better to Marry than to Burn by Michal Scott

Author:Michal Scott
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2018-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Springy black curls spread across her pubic mound like a welcome mat. Her breasts—small, perfect globes—sat high above a well-toned stomach. His erection strained in her direction with divining rod accuracy.

Down, boy.

“Mrs. King?”

She turned, unfazed by her nakedness, and smiled. “Mr. King?”

He cleared the lump from his throat. “I hadn’t expected—I thought you’d be hungry after your long journey…thought you might want to eat…first.”

She gazed past his shoulder to the room beyond. “Whatever you’ve got out there does smell wonderful, but I thought given our talk about negotiation, we might satisfy a different hunger first.”

Caesar huffed out a breath. “You do have a point, Mrs. King. But—um—wouldn’t you prefer to bathe first? You have had a long, dusty ride.”

She tapped a finger to her lips. “I can’t disagree with your reasoning, Mr. King, but then, if we have marital relations after we’ve eaten, I’d only have to bathe again. My way—whatever comes first—I only bathe once.”

Once again Caesar couldn’t argue. Didn’t want to.

Curiosity drew him to the dresser where she busied herself with the lid of a small jar. The scent of honeysuckle wafted from the jelly it contained.

“A lubricant for our first time,” she explained. “To insure smooth entry.”

He tested the gooey texture, liked how it warmed his fingertips. Would it feel as heated along his shaft? Next to the jar sat a small box. Its label caught him up short: Dr. Power’s French Preventatives.

You made no mention of wanting children.

She’d come prepared to make sure there’d be none. Ire displaced desire. Legacy. Dynasty. However she named it, she now knew children were part of his plan. There would be intercourse at some point in their future…and make no mistake, he would plant his seed within her. Otherwise, they had no future.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the curve of her waist, the firmness of her buttocks. His cock twitched. Desire ousted ire. He eyed her nipples, pebbled and hard, perused her thighs and the curly, black-hair-covered V where they met. Well…he didn’t have to plant his seed in her tonight. The topic would be better discussed over a meal after they were better acquainted.

He set the condoms down. “Mrs. King, I want children. Don’t have to be tonight, but it has to be eventually.”

She locked her legs and glared with her hands on her hips. Defiance flashed in her eyes like a bronc not yet broken. “I haven’t agreed to your terms.”

“Yet.”

“You’ll have to force me.”

He crossed his arms. “That’s not the way I want it.”

She crossed hers. “That’s the only way you’ll get it.” The impudence of a Black who had never known the overseer’s whip ripped through her tone.

He blinked into her glare. Would she really make him force her? He wanted her willing submission, but what if he couldn’t obtain it? The anticipation of the struggle, of her eventual surrender, flipped his stomach.

And not in a bad way.

“I will if you make me.” He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her tight against his chest.

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