Free Fate's Redemption by Brandace Morrow Page B

bulging, his lust filled eyes trailing
my body, I revel. There is no ghost to come between us.
    When he fills me with a smooth glide of his
hips I gasp and rake my nails down his back. Danny throws his head
back and groans through clenched teeth, thrusting again with a
strength that rocks me toward the headboard. He gives me his
everything and I lift my hips to give it back. I score his back and
grip his ass to bring him back to me. He grinds against my sex,
shooting sparks all the way to my hairline. I pull his head down
and he gives me his lips, his tongue matching the thrusts as he
powers into me. I groan, prompting him to move a hand that’s
bracketing my head to grip my ass. He effortlessly lifts me. I help
by wrapping my legs around his back and we’re entwined. We are one
in a way that I’ve never known before him.
    Danny knows my cues. When I’m close he pulls
away to watch as I shatter, and I know he’s reveling too. He never
stops, extending my orgasm in all of it’s earth shaking momentum
until my inner muscles twitch with aftershocks around him. Then and
only then does he bury his head in my neck and says only one word
as he finds bliss.
    “Perfect.”
~
    “Get one of our contacts out to San Diego and
stand by for the call.” I throw my headset onto the desk and sigh.
After running hands through my hair, reminding me that I put it up
what feels like a million years ago, I fall against my seat. I have
people to do this for me now, I know that. Running a nonprofit for
domestic abuse has never been a lighthearted endeavor. It’s been
long hours, almost no pay – by my choice— and always stressful. But
the end result is what keeps me going.
    My eyes move to the wall of post cards and
letters that I’ve set up in my office. My hurt and experience put
me in a position, granted along with my husband’s fame into a place
where I help woman, and yes men, get out of relationships that are
not healthy, hurtful and damaging to not only the body, but the
mind. I feel passionately about what I do and make sure that it’s
done right and to the best of my ability each and every time.
    My intercom buzzes, so I accept the call.
    “Kinley, you have two handsome gentlemen here
that want to abscond with you for an hour or so. It’s lunch time,
by the way.”
    I glance at the clock even as my hand goes to
the button that will unlock my doors. It’s a sad fact that it’s a
necessity, even though the building doesn’t let anyone in without
ID. One of the draw backs of having a famous husband is that
groupies try to get a shot into the office on made up stories and
irate husbands have been known to frequent our offices once their
wives go missing.
    The doorknob twists as I’m rising from my
chair. “Well, hello boys.”
    “There she is. I told you she was prettier
than breakfast.”
    I laugh as Ollie launches from his dad’s arms
and runs to me with a loud “Mama” that I’m sure echoed down the
halls. I laugh and swing his not so light weight into my arms.
    “Hi, Bubba.” His sweet little arms wrap
around my neck and squeezes tight. I love this. I love being the
Mama more than I love anything in the world. I kiss his sandy
blonde hair and take in the smell of baby powder and play do.
    “Did I forget lunch?” I ask, settling Ollie
on my hip.
    “Again? Yes, but have no fear. We are here,”
Danny says, giving me a kiss.
    “Well, let’s go.” I put my purse on my
shoulder and set the big boy down. He immediately grabs my finger
and tells me in broken baby speak all about his day. I gather he’s
been to see the horse and cows, seen his favorite people and what
they said he could do when they got home on the way to the small
diner a block away.
    My responses are all “oh yeahs?” and “no
way!” as I take in how much he has grown, if even overnight. We
order coffee with our lunch, grabbing a table that’s luckily come
available at rush hour.
    “I’m thinking of getting him a horse