Need you both.”
With a low growl, he pushed in slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. This wasn’t just about sex—it was about connection, about finally letting go of the roles they’d played for so long and embracing the raw, primal need that had always been there beneath the surface. The sincerity in his eyes broke her last defenses, her pussy throbbing with the need to surrender. Duke’s hand cupped her face, rough fingers tender against her skin. Her pussy throbbed, slick and aching, betraying the battle raging in her mind. “But maybe tonight, you don’t have to be.”
The words unraveled something deep within her, a knot of duty she’d held tight for years. “Do it,” she breathed, the words slipping out before she could stop them. “Never, Ma,” he said, his eyes holding hers with an intensity that stole her breath. Her nails raked down Wyatt’s back, leaving trails of red in their wake, a visceral testament to the intensity of her release. Duke’s fingers traced up her arm to her shoulder, lingering at the curve of her neck, each touch igniting sparks beneath her skin. “Seems you had the right idea, Ma,” Wyatt said, his voice low, laced with a warmth that curled her toes beneath the water.
