Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 96

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Harvey Prescott.

I know it’s morning because I squinted and saw streaks of light cutting through the curtains. I can hear Jennifer moving on the bed as she brings her body closer to me, my nose in her hair so I know she’s not facing me. My eyes are still shut when I feel her ass really close to my morning rise.

I smile.

You mean I get to have this for the rest of my life? Here. Not missing her when she’s at work. No competitors from those bastards at the soiree.

Fucking yes.

She’s mine.

I can feel myself getting hard. I swear it’s not even something I can control when I’m with her anymore. It’s just automatic. My body knows what it wants even when my brain is still half-asleep. I curse silently when I open my eyes. I want her to get some sleep. She needs it after yesterday-

Is what I think until I feel her pushing her bum into me.

Oh.

This… she’s the one doing this. While I’m trying to control myself from not fucking her here and there, she is the one instigating it.

“You little-

I grab her waist and Jennifer begins to giggle, her body shaking with laughter when she realizes I’m awake. She chuckles wickedly and faces me, those innocent eyes hiding the deviance now know lives inside her.

“Finally. How many times do I have to butt smack you for you to wake up?”

“That’s vile of you, Mrs. Prescott.” I kiss her face and bring her mouth under mine so I can kiss her properly.

This kiss ain’t gentle. My teeth graze her bottom lip, and I feel her melt into me. My mouth is all over hers, not letting her breathe right. I lick into her mouth and pull back just to watch her gasp, then shoves his mouth back on hers. All at the same time, I roam my hands under her shirt, find her nipple and circle it slowly.

Jennifer moans into my mouth.

Then stops the kiss.

She has this dark look in her eyes that makes my dick twitch. She raises herself up while I’m still on the bed and looks at me like she’s deciding what to do with her

prey.

“Hmm.”

I adjust my waist, getting comfortable. I’m already shirtless….wer to bed that way. She slept in one of my shirts and panties because we were both too tired for anything else last night.

Now Jennifer takes off the shirt and my throat goes dry.

Maybe it’s the title of now having her as my wife. Maybe it’s the horning light hitting her just right. But one look from that innocent dove face…big eyes, pink cheeks, soft lips-down to these giant rosy tits that are freed now that she’s wearing nothing, and I forget my own name.

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They’re perfect. Full and topped with nipples that are already hard. Her waist curves in like it was designed for my hands. and I put my hand there to move her back just slightly, just enough so I can keep looking at her. All of her. Because I’m gonna be getting a load of this view morning, noon and night for the rest of my life and I need a second to appreciate that fact.

She puts her hand on my chest, striking me with that girly giggle and her face bright pink. Her finger traces from my lips, down my chest, past my stomach, heading south.

Stops right at the V-line of my manhood.

I shake. Literally shake. Static electricity or just her touch, I don’t know. But my whole body is on alert, waiting, wanting.

Her finger hovers there. Pretends to reach. Then doesn’t.

I growl at her!

Jen giggles again.

“You playing with me, Mrs. Prescott?”

“Maybe.” She bites her lip with that innocent look. “What are you gonna do about it?”

I grab her hand and place it exactly where she’s been teasing. She gasps at the level of me through my joggers.

“Nah.” I let her

go

and

cross my arms behind my

job.”

head. Get comfortable. “You wanted to wake me up this way? You finish the

Her eyes go wide. “Harvey-”

“What’s wrong, ma?” I smirk up at her. “You started this. You wanna ride, you gotta saddle up yourself.”

She looks at me, then down at the tent in my boxers, then back at me. Something shifts in her eyes that looks like a challenge accepted.

But when her fingers reach for the waistband, this wife of mine Hesitates again. Just to torture me.

“Jennifer.” I groan.

“Hmm?”

“Take it out or I swear I’ll flip you over and-”

You know what, I get her panties out the way by ripping it off her waist. And with one powerful hand, I lift her up and sit her down on my need. The thick of it. The part of me that’s been wating for this all day.

Jennifer’s fingers dig into my chest as she comes down on it. I chuckle in a way I cannot control and the movement has of us gasping. I hold her waist tight as I feel my brain explode. Like electricity shooting from my balls straight up my spi lighting up every nerve, making me forget my own damn name

I can’t help the noises that tear out of me either, “Yes-Jen!”

I grunt with my teeth out, watching her throw her head back. He throat exposed. Her body arching. Then with her back slightly behind, she begins to dance with me inside her…rollinger hips in these slow, dirty circles that have me seeing stars.

My muscles bunch up, every single one locked tight as she rocks me to and fro.

“Ah…ah…ah.” Jennifer’s voice is high and breathy, feminine as hel

Her hands are flat against my tattoos, using me for her pleasure watch her mouth fall open, watch her eyes roll back on my

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need. Her body shakes, trembles, clenches around me so tight Ice white.

She climaxes first and falls on my chest but I’m not there yet.

I hold her waist on the bed and turn her so her back is to me. I dig my hands into her hips and watch myself slide back inside her from behind. I push deep…so deep she gasps and grip the pillows.

“Mmh!” I moan as I put one hand on her chest, pulling her back against me. I take her roughly, hips jerking into her, each thrust harder than the last. The sounds of skin on skin, her cries and my moans fill the room.

I explode inside her. Again. Deep. Spilling everything I have until she’s full of my seed, until there’s no space left between us.

I kiss her fast-beating body slowly while I’m still in her. Her shoulders. Her back. The side of her neck. My hands still on her breasts, feeling her heart race under my palms. Jennifer holds them there.

And for some reason we both start giggling until a bell rings.

Jennifer gasps.

“What is that?”

I pull the sheets over her body to make sure she’s covered because I know the housekeepers are about to walk in.

And sure enough, the door opens and they file in like we’re the president and first lady receiving the morning briefing. Six of them in uniforms and tablets, all looking somewhere just above our heads so they don’t accidentally see anything inappropriate.

“Good morning, Mr. Prescott. Mrs. Prescott.” The lead housekeeper… Rosie, who is a older woman with silver hair comes forward while the others line up behind her. “We have your schedule for the day.”

I glance at Jennifer who’s hiding under the sheets like a turtle. “Just keep your head down, okay?” I joke with her.

The sheets are right above her head so only her eyes peek out, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“Breakfast will be served in the east dining room at 8:30.” The housekeeper continues reading from her tablet. “Chef has prepared a selection of fresh fruits, pastries, and your choice of eggs any style. Lunch is scheduled for 1pm with the board members….a working lunch, so we’ll have it in the private dining room adjacent to your office.”

The butler, jones…speaks up next.

“Your drivers for the week have been assigned. Marco will handle morning drives, Davis for evenings. Both have been with the family for over fifteen years.” She flips to the next page, adding that key note for Jennifer.

“We’ve prepared Mrs. Prescott’s office on the third floor, east wing, per the standard arrangements for the lady of the house. It’s been freshly painted and furnished. If there’s anything you’d like changed…colors, furniture, décor just let us ki we’ll have it handled by end of week.”

I nod. “Anything else?”

“Your dinner menu for the week.” Another housekeeper steps forward, holding out a leather-bound folder. “Chef would your approval. He’s prepared options for each evening, including any dietary preferences Mrs. Prescott might have.”

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