He did not want to get into a career discussion with her. He wanted her mouth working on something else. And he didn’t want to think about who she would be working for in a few weeks. Here and now. It was all they had.

She shimmied out of her jeans and her undies and looked around. “Am I giving the night fishers a show?”

“Maybe, but I don’t care. I’m the king here and they can deal with how I treat my queen. My queen is the most beautiful. In the evening light her skin shines like a pearl.” He motioned her forward so he could get his hands on her hips, studying her body with loving eyes. “She is deeper than any ocean and far more mysterious to me.”

He pulled her forward, the ripe berries of her breasts calling to him. How had he gone for days and days without this? He brought her close, her back bowing, offering up her nipples. Pretty pink nipples, and he knew how to play with them. He licked one and then the other, teasing them to points. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, gently at first, lavishing it with affection. She squirmed in his arms because he was going easy on her, and his girl liked a little bite. “My queen is everything to me. She is sun and moon, night and day. She is food and water to this old wolf.”

He nipped her, his teeth sinking a tiny bit into her sensitive flesh.

She gasped and her whole body went tight and then relaxed.

“Please, Remy. That makes me crazy.” Her hands found his shoulders, balancing herself.

“The words or the bite?” He licked the tortured nipple.

“All of it,” she rasped. “All of it, mon loup. The bite, the words. God, I missed the words.”

“You are earth and air to me and even if you are gone, the memory of you will be the solid ground on which I stand, the thought of you the oxygen in my lungs. But for now I take succor from the beauty of your body, memorizing every inch, every hollow and curve. For now this is my home.”

He played for another long moment at her nipple. If she was his, he would talk her into nipple rings. She loved having them sucked on and twisted, and the rings would stimulate her further. He could run a chain through them when they played and tweak her at will. When they weren’t playing, they would be a reminder that her Master always wanted her, was always with her.

He gave the other nipple a quick bite and she shivered in his arms. He could smell her arousal, tangy and sharp in the air. He could take her now if he wanted to and his dick would slide right in, she was so wet.

But he had other plans.