Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 109: Chapter 109

MEREDITH
Days passed, and Spring turned into Summer since the incident with my stepfather.
The insurance company ruled the fire an accident and with Josef’s encouragement I poured that money right back into the shelter.
A few days after the ordeal, I read a news article about the doctor who’d worked on my stepfather, and me that time I’d passed out in the boardroom with Josef.
Apparently, the doctor had been mixed up in some unsavory business dealings with a couple of men you really didn’t cross.
Evidence of drug dealing, money laundering, tampering with medical files, and more had been found on his home computer.
The police had him under investigation, but he’d committed suicide before they could arrest him.
The article detailed the doctor’s death and injuries, and I wondered how he managed to hang himself with both hands broken.
But when I asked Josef he shrugged it off and I was happy to leave it at that. I didn’t want to spend any more of my time thinking about Franklin or anyone connected with him.
I had other things on my mind. Better things. Like my crazy amazing husband who bit by bit was making all of my dreams come true.
I couldn’t believe it when Josef explained he’d actually bought out the non-profit and had one set up in my name.
I was now the head of the St. Elizabeth’s Shelter for Women and Children. Yes, I kept the name. I figured it was one people knew and trusted.
I’d already started headhunting for the best people to run each shelter, since I was determined to open several more locations across the country, as well as more offsite housing options.
“Okay, here goes,” I mumbled, dropping my proofed sourdough inside the preheated Dutch oven, wearing the extra-long silicone oven mitts my husband ordered for me after I burned myself last week.
I’d never seen Josef so mad over nothing. It was a silly little burn mark on my arm.
Not even an inch wide.
But he rushed me to the doctor—a brand new female one he had thoroughly vetted—and had me examined like I was made of spun glass or something.
Okay. I kinda liked when he was ridiculously possessive and protective of me.
I mean, he was so caring with me, so loving and attentive, it was hard not to believe how much he loved me.
Which was fine because I loved him just as much.
“Little Red?”
Speaking of the Big Bad Wolf, I mused and turned to face him.
“What are you doing home so early?” I asked.
I was smiling, so it was hard to pretend I wasn’t happy to see him. And I kinda sorta had to admit I loved his nickname for me. I mean he had a few, but I loved how he called me Little Red.
It had nothing to do with my hair. And everything to do with him being the Big Bad Wolf, and his insatiable appetite for me.
Josef wandered closer, grabbing my waist and dragging me against his body.
“Adrik mentioned today was the day you three decided to have your bread party. I came home to help,” he said and kissed me quickly.
He looked over my head and frowned, noting the convection wall oven was already on.
“I guess you beat me to it,” he said, humming deep in his throat.
It was difficult not to react to that noise. The rumbling was so sexy, it had the most predictable effect on me. I’d scold him for distracting me, but really, why bother?
“I’m sorry, I would have waited, but I didn’t know you were coming,” I said, my voice breathless.
“I see. So, how long till it’s ready to be uncovered?” he asked.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was already acquainted with the method of baking.
All the vlogs said sourdough should be covered for the first forty-five minutes to an hour, then uncovered for the rest of the baking time to crisp up the crust.
“An hour,” I whispered, practically panting.
“I know how we can spend an hour,” Josef said, biting on his lower lip as he dragged a hand down my body, cupping my ass.
The shorts I had on were just for the house. Loose and comfortable, they left nothing to the imagination.
Also, I didn’t have on any underwear, so when he slid his hand between my thighs and found only my bare sex, Josef groaned.
“No panties? That’s it. You’re gonna pay for that, Wife,” he grunted, bending down, and hefting me over his shoulder.
“Josef!” I cried out.
I gasped, clinging to him. I was caught between shock and primal need. His big hand came down hard over my ass cheek.
The sting was immediate, but he soothed it with tender caresses from his fingertips as he brought me to our room, dropping me on the mattress with a hard bounce.
I tried to scramble away. I knew he would never hurt me, but it was only natural to run when you were being hunted.
The blazing look in my husband’s whiskey colored eyes left no doubt I was being hunted. And by my very own Big Bad Wolf.
Normally, I’d say if he was lucky, I was going to let him catch me. But really, it was the other way around.
When, not if, Josef caught me, I’d be the lucky one.
“Naughty Girl, walking around up in here with no panties on when I’m not home,” he growled, grabbing my ankle, and flipping me on all fours.
“Sorry, Husband. W-what are you going to do?” I whimpered.
“I’m going to show you the consequences for parading around the house with my pussy practically bare when I’m not home, Wife.”
Josef grabbed the material between my legs, pulling it away from my dripping wet heat, and the sound of my shorts tearing echoed in the bedroom.
Fuck.
That was hot.
But not as hot as the feeling of my husband’s tongue licking me from slit to asshole.
“So delicious. So fucking good,” he growled, kneeling behind me. “But you don’t get to come on my tongue yet, Little Red.”
“No?”
“No. Teasing me like that. I shouldn’t let you come at all,” he said, pushing every inch of his glorious dick inside my channel one at a time.
“Please, Josef,” I begged, needing more from him.
He grunted, dragging his thick cock out of me, and pushing back in so damn slowly.
“Beg me, Wife. Beg me for more.”
He put one hand around the front of my neck, lifting me, so I was kneeling with him. I clutched behind me, grabbing at his pockets for balance.
Holy fuck.
He was still dressed. Just his dick was free, and he was using it to torture me with his long, slow thrusts.
“Please, Husband. Fuck me harder. Make me come, please,” I begged.
I had absolutely no shame where he was concerned.
“Good Girl. You asked me so nice, I’ll make you come, Baby. I’ll make you come all over this dick.”
And he did.
Twice.