Gage President Laurent Rocard de Vill epin’s sumptuous luxury Corsican villa is located not too far from the beach. There are several hundred-year-old olive trees on the property along with tall rosemary bushes, and more bougainvillea than I’ve seen in California. There are also tons of beautiful flowers I’ve never seen before. The large terrace that offers a picture-perfect panoramic view of the Mediterranean Sea is my favorite spot. The second is the large pool. While I was swimming laps, Lily was reading on her i Pad, ke eping an eye on my performance. Since fucking my girl wasn’t an option, I had to work off all this pent-up energy. Nadine had one unbendable rule––I had to sle ep in a s eparate guestroom since Gérard lives on the property. It’s only one night. I can live with that. Soon, Lily will share my life and I’ll be able to fuck her whenever I want. After she shared the baby news, she video called Nadine who was waiting on tenterhooks. She erupted in a joyful cheer when Lily told her she was moving to LA. I texted my buddies to tell them we were pregnant. Congratulatory messages are still pouring in. Other than Mr. Bachelor-for-Life Collin Dennison who’s mourning the loss of another single buddy, our friends are delighted for my girl and me. Not that I was rushing into a relationship or fatherhood, but unlike Collin, I’m not terrified of the conc ept. After a shower, I make my way downstairs to the terrace where Lily is sitting. Smiling, I approach her. Our eyes meet. Lily’s smile could rival the brilliance of the Corsican sun. I kiss her forehead. “What are you reading?” “A few articles online about what to expect during the first trimester.” “I suspect we’ll be reading a lot of those.” She offers a shy smile. “I’m famished,” I say. “You weren’t joking out there, Mr. Olympic.” She drops her device on the table and lifts her eyes to meet mine. “You’re an incredible swimmer. And you’re fast.” I take a seat at the head of the table. “You should’ve joined me.” “I don’t know how to swim.” “We’ll have to change that when you get to LA.” “No rush.” The expression on her face is priceless. “I have a pool on my property. You have to learn how to swim so you can teach our little one.”
She grins wide. “Our little one... that’s wild.” “It is.” A pummeling of emotions ricocheted through me when she dropped the baby news in my lap. I wouldn’t want any other woman to carry my child. Gérard approaches, carrying a tray. “The breakfast,” he says. Although, it comes out sounding like De brakafast. “Thank you,” Lily says. “Merci,” I say. “Text me.” He winks. He doesn’t wait for a response. He turns on his hell and heads back into the house. Lily leans into the table. “What was that about? He’s chipper than usual.” “He’s happy he can communicate in English with more ease.” She gives me a thoughtful half pout. “I wish I had thought of encouraging him to use a translation app. The fact he can hear how to pronounce the words, makes a world of difference. You’re pretty smart, Mr. Grumpy Pants.” “At least you know our kid will be a freaking genius.” She laughs, and laughs, and laughs. Her laugh is a melody I’ve missed so fucking much. “Our child...” she says in a soft voice. “Yes, angel, our little boy or little girl.” “What if we have twins?” “I’m okay with that.” She nods. Her expression is so vulnerable, it made trekking around Europe to find her, worth it. My stomach growls. I gesture at the food. “Dig in before I eat everything in sight.” “I’ll stick to plain bread and cheese, followed by the strawberry and rhubarb purée.” She was sick earlier this morning, but managed to hold down some fruit. “Were you sick again?” She nods. “While you were taking a shower.” Shit. I wish I could do something, but I’m powerless. I serve her. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.” “Get used to it.” She beams at me. I’ve been protective of her since day one, but after last night, something primal ripped from its dormancy. This woman and the child she’s caring are my world. I grab the bowl of latte, load a plate with a variety of morning pastries, and a couple boiled eggs. I finish an almond croissant in two bites. Lily giggles. I shrug and ke ep eating. We make idle conversation over breakfast, mostly talking about how much our lives will change when we become parents. When we’re done, I grab my phone and send off a text. “Mikki is beside herself,” she says. “She can’t wait for me to return to LA. She was wondering why I wasn’t responding to her texts. She was unaware of the turmoil I was dealing with.” I grab her hand into mine. “It’s water under the bridge now.” She nods. “Speaking of Mikki, Phoenix texted me, telling me he’s certain I knocked you up from the way I was devouring you with my eyes when we first met.” I shake my head. “Idiot.” She laughs. “I’m going to have to pick Dom’s brain. She understands this pregnancy thing better than me.” “You should connect with Levi Aldridge’s wife. She’s also pregnant.” “Thank God I don’t have to go through this alone.” “No, you don’t. In LA, someone will always have your back.” “What a d eparture from what I have with my father and half-brothers.” Best to ke ep my mouth shut. As much as I’m excited about the prospect of meeting our baby when he or she gets here, I’m not excited at the prospect of having Fisher Edgington and his four sons in my life. Thank God they live on the east coast—far away, where they belong.
A grinning Gérard saunters our way with a square-shaped black box in hand. He drops it on the table, and claps before rubbing his hands together. “Merci, Gérard,” I say. “No problem.” He’s still grinning like a loon. “What’s in the box?” Lily points. “Bye-bye. I go.” Gérard rushes back into the house, waving over his shoulder. She frowns. “What’s gotten into him?” “It has to do with what’s in the box.” Her frown de epens. I hand it to her. “Open it.” Blue eyes settle on me, suspicious flashing bright. “How else are you going to know what’s in it?” She rises perfectly shaped arched brows. “Why don’t you open it?” “Because you should open it.” She pulls the lid off. Her gaze bounces from the box to me. “What are these red braided strings for?” I grab one out of the box. “They’re more than red braided strings. They’re promise bracelets.” I get up, and get down on one knee. She gasps. “You’re mine.” I place a hand on her tummy. “This baby is mine. I take care of what’s mine.” My eyes bore into hers. “I don’t want you to come back to LA with me as my girl, I want you to come back with me as my fiancée.” “Ohmy God, Gage.” “Since I didn’t see the baby news coming, I’m unpr epared. One of the advantages of being forced to sle ep in s eparate rooms was that I had time to do research. In other words, I made the internet my bitch last night.” She laughs. “Armed with a plan, this morning, I enlisted Gérard as my ally because with these big fingers”––I wiggle my digits––“I wouldn’t be able to braid shit.” I drop my eyes to the bracelet I’m holding before locking my gaze onto hers. “This is called the Red String of Fate. The legend goes a little like this. Forgive me for adlibbing. There’s an invisible red thread that connects us to the one we’re destined to meet. Regardless of the place, time, or circumstances. The thread can be stretched and sometimes tangled––as it’s been in the last few days––but it will never break. It describes us to a T. I don’t know when you went from being the woman I was supposed to watch over to the angel who holds my heart, but here we are. I can’t promise you I’ll never slip back into my grumpy-self, but I can promise you, I’ll always love you. Over the past three years, I lost myself in grief over Mom’s death. I was okay being single for years to come, but I found you. I like who I am when I’m around you, Lily.” “Your words touch my soul. And for the record, I don’t mind a few appearances from Mr. Grumpy Pants... I know how to turn his scowls into smiles.” I shake my head. She winks. “I was probably too young at the time to understand the d epth of my parents’ love, but now, I get it,” I say. “When you meet the one. That’s it. Game over. Nothing else matters. The way I feel when I look at you... the way I feel when you’re near me... I want this for the rest of my life.” A tear spills from Lily’s eye. She wipes at it as she nods. “I want to be with you forever.” “We were fated, angel.” “We were.” “I don’t have a big ring––” “I don’t need one.” “There are two bracelets. One for you.” I tie the braided thread around her wrist. “And one for me.” I extend my arm. She grabs the other bracelet and ties it around my wrist. “Our thread can never be broken.” “Never,” I say. “Lily Schuyler, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Her lower lip quivers. “Yes, Gage, I want to marry you. I want that more than anything in the world... other than our baby.” “You’ve made me the happiest man,” I say before kissing her until we both run out of air. After several beats, I pull away from her, boring my eyes into hers. “We’re going to have a great life together.” “The best.” My mouth claims hers in an all-encompassing kiss, chasing away years of loneliness and r eplacing them with my beautiful angel. Epilogue 1 Gage Four and a half months later After bidding goodbye to my driver, I roll my suitcase towards the side of my Beverly Hills property. As I pass the house, I notice lights in the kitchen. It’s good to be home. I’m back in LA after a week in Australia and another in Singapore. I can’t wait to see my girl again. I crouch down to a low profile and rush in the direction of the pool house, carrying my suitcase, so the sound of the wheels doesn’t give me away. It’s theme night at Dark Compulsion. Lily started showing, so we’ve been MIA from the club. Since neither of us want to miss out on the naughty fun, we piggyback on the themes and role-play at home. Tonight is dirty handyman and slutty, cheating housewife. It should be hot as fuck. I stand to my full height when I reach the metal gate. After unlocking it and closing it behind me, I enter the backyard. Once I check around to make sure the coast is clear, I head towards the pool house. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The glimmer from the lights on the property shining through the windows is more than enough. I traded my bespoke suit for a pair of jeans and a checkered shirt on my private jet. I kick off my shoes and st ep into a pair of work boots. I don’t bother lacing them. I tuck in the shoelaces so I don’t trip. I grab a baseball cap and slip it on backwards. I’m ready to get down and dirty. Scooping down to grab the toolbox I knew would be waiting for me, I set off on my mission. Show time. I trail to the front door of the house and ring the bell. The door flies open. Fuck. Two weeks away from her was bone-cutting agony. “Good evening, Mrs. Robinson.” My eyes drop to Lily’s pouty lips painted in a vibrant hot pink shade. “You called about a problem with your pipes.” Lily’s lips quiver, but she catches herself. “Good evening, Sawyer. I’m so grateful you were able to make a late-night call. Few plumbers are willing to be accommodating on a Saturday night. To answer your question, yes, it’s about my pipes.” “I gather it’s a different problem than the last time I was here?” “These things are way over my head.” She points a manicured finger at me. “You’re the expert.” “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.” She st eps to the side. “Please come in.” She locks the door. “If you’ll follow me.” “I’m right behind ya, ma’am.” My eyes are on her fine ass as she sashays in front of me. She
was sexy as fuck from the first day I met her, but now, her round ass, heavy tits, and wider hips make my mouth water. She stops near the faucet. “This is the bane of my existence.” She points at the offensive object. I drop my toolbox on the floor. “I’m sure I can take care of it.” She gives me a onceover. “I’m sure you’re a capable man.” More than you know. “I got home not long ago,” she says. “While you do your thing, I hope you don’t mind if I change into something a little more comfortable.” I take in her sexy little body draped in a white formfitting dress that hits her several inches above the ankle and the heels that match her kissable lips. The fabric clings to her body and around her growing belly. She radiates. My desire—and love—for her is pounding through me so hard that my cock throbs in time with it. I’m this close from dropping to my knees, shoving up the skirt of her dress, and putting an end to this role-playing. Patience. “Make yourself as comfortable as you want.” I shrug. “It’s your house.” “Can I offer you anything to drink? Juice? Soft drink? A beer? Unless you prefer something stronger?” “Thanks, little lady, but I don’t drink on the job.” “Water, perhaps?” “You’re a helluva hostess.” “You’re doing me a favor. The least I can do is make sure all your needs are met...” She isn’t subtle. I fucking love it. “Careful what you wish for, Mrs. Robinson.” “Like you said, I’m being a good hostess.” I approach her, towering over her even in her fuck-me heels. “I’m sure your husband would have an issue with you being too friendly.” She makes a show of glancing around the kitchen before fixing me with her blue eyes. “Do you see my husband? Because I don’t.” I cock an eyebrow. “You’re one of those housewives.” “My husband isn’t going to know how friendly I am with you.” “Why don’t I check your pipes?” She rewards me with a salacious smile. “I’ll let you get to work.” With that, she turns on her heel and strides out of the kitchen, swinging her tempting hips left to right. I walk towards the cabinets located under the sink and open them. I squat and pretend to assess the problem. I even tap against the pipe a few times. I stand up, lean against the counter, cross one booted foot over the other at the ankle, and wait. Lily’s heels click against the granite floor, announcing her return. When she enters the kitchen, she’s wearing a belted red mini dress. She’s still wearing high heels, but she swapped the hot pink ones for a pair of open-toe slippers with a faux red fur that have a distinct 1950 s vibe to them. Her hot pink lips are now fire engine red. Fuck. Me. Her long black hair is braided and falls over one shoulder. Lily’s hair cascading over her shoulders, down to her waist? Unquestionably sexy. Lily’s hair braided? All that exquisite hair transformed into a rope that begs to be wrapped around my fist as I fuck her from behind. It’s my kryptonite, and she knows it. Without the curtain of raven hair hiding her features, it’s impossible to miss how exquisite she is. High cheekbones, an adorable pointed chin, pouty mouth, and big, blue eyes.
Damn that lethal beauty. She pulled out all the stops. Not only is she begging to get fucked, but she wants it rough. I’m too happy to oblige. My eyes travel down her body. I always got an eyeful of her pregnant belly when she was rubbing one out on camera during our video calls while I jerked off. I want to reach out and cup it to make contact with our child, but I resist. That would be out of character. “It’s still so hot.” She fans herself. “Never mind the top-of-the-line air conditioning. I can barely handle any clothes.” She sashays towards me. “Were you able to fix my pipes, Sawyer?” “It’s gonna cost you.” “How much?” “The parts I need are expensive.” She lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I don’t have cash on me. Perhaps we could come to... an arrangement.” “I also acc ept credit cards.” She leans into me. I catch a whiff of her delicate, French perfume with floral scent. A scent that followed me all the way to the other side of the planet. Even when I was far away, I could close my eyes, and I was surrounded by her smell. “Between you and I, the problem is my fault, Sawyer.” “That’s what you said the last time.” “What can I say? I’m not good in the kitchen. I wouldn’t want my husband to find out by putting the charge on his credit card.” She reaches out a hand and plays with the buttons of my shirt. “Would you consider a payment plan?” “As long as the money goes into my bank account, I’m open to considering it.” Another suffering sigh. “The last time you were far more accommodating.” “Mrs. Robinson, in the past six months, you’ve had a need for me to take care of your pipes on the regular. Payment is always an issue. Like a fool, I let it slide because I’m not one to let a damsel in distress fend for herself, but I’m reconsidering my position. I’m too much of a sucker. Between labor and parts, and the gas to fill my truck to drive up to your Loma Vista Drive mansion, I’m losing money when I make a house call since Beverly Hills is located on the other side of town from where I live. Not to mention, it’s late.” I shake my head. “At this rate, you’re becoming an expensive and high maintenance client.” She takes in a de ep, shivering breath. With her eyes locked onto mine, she snakes a finger under my chin. I groan. “But you got something in return. Every. Single. Time.” She’s becoming a pro at role-playing. I commit to memory the perfect angles of her face. The gorgeous face I’ve missed seeing up close and personal for the past two weeks. The gorgeous face I’ve missed waking up to. I study her eyes as vibrant as the de ep blue sea, tinged with purple. Her mouth, which I’ve missed kissing so fucking much, is a temptation I’m not sure I can resist much longer. Seconds tick by. I’m entranced by the sight of all that beauty. The moment intensifies and becomes headier with each beat of my heart. She sighs, like an impatient headmistress would, which isn’t helping the raging lust roiling inside me in the least. “My cunt is worth it, Sawyer.” Jesus Christ. Jerking off in the bathroom of my private jet did nothing to slake my desire for her. I can’t get enough of her. Even after our saucy nightly video sessions, I’d jerk my cock raw, thinking of her. The satisfaction I seek always eluded me.
Before meeting Lily, jerking off dulled the ache. Since she came barging into my life, using my fist to take off the edge no longer helps. This time apart was cruel and left me throbbing in mute agony. I’m dying to have her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. As the days rolled on without the chance to fall asle ep with her nestled in my arms after fucking her to exhaustion, I thought I was going to lose my damn mind during this business trip. Coming in the palm of my hand only made me want her to the point where I was certain my bones would crack from pent-up need. Since having her in my bed, I’ve turned into a greedy man. I run my thumb along the luscious lines of her mouth. “Your wet cunt isn’t going to pay my rent, the insurance on my truck, or the gas to fill it.” “But you like my cunt because it’s so dripping wet for you.” “It’s still not the same as hard cash, Mrs. Robinson.” “I’ll let you fuck me bare.” “That’s how you got me in your spiderweb the first time.” “Tell me you didn’t love it.” Did she take acting classes while I was away? “This is the last time.” I shake a finger for emphasis. “Next time you have a problem with your pipes, you’ll have to call another plumber. There are plenty of good ones in LA.” “You’re the only plumber I want. The only one I need.” The seductive voice does me in, but she takes it up by ten notches. She unties the belt around her waist, opens her robe, and exposes her heavenly body. “I bought this yesterday. What do you think? Is the color too provocative?” She pulled out the heavy artillery. Lily is wearing a lace, see-through chemise that hits her mid-thigh––I have French Appliqué to blame for even knowing what the heck chemise means. She paired the red-hot lingerie with a thong in the same scarlet red lipstick shade. To bring this sexy as fuck combo to ungodly levels, a red satin tie cinches underneath her breasts, leaving the lacy fabric to part over her rounded belly. The pièce de resistance are the two triangles covering her breasts. Since Lily’s tits are growing by the day, they’re spilling over. Holy fuck. The style is designed to bring sane men down to their knees, and I’m a hair away from dropping down to mine to worship this goddess. She’s like a present waiting to be unwrapped. I gawk at her like a silly teenage boy in the presence of a hot girl for the first time. “My cunt feels hollow, Sawyer. My nipples hurt so much and they’re so hard from your closeness. I haven’t come in a hundred years. Not since the last time you were here. I need you to fill me before I die.” My need to fuck her explodes into a throbbing ache. Epilogue 2 Lily How did I live without this gorgeous man for the past two weeks? I wasn’t twiddling my thumbs while my fiancé was away. I’m still adjusting to life in LA, but I missed him so much, you’d think he’d been gone for a year. After Corsica, Gage and I flew to the Hamptons to announce all the big changes in my life. On the flight over, Gage told me he was only there for support. It was important my father heard it from me.
I summoned my lady balls. Seeing Fisher Edgington’s crestfallen expression when I called him out on his bullshit about Gage’s sister was a victory. Watching his mouth gape in shock and his gray eyes take over his face when I announced I was pregnant with Gage’s child was so comical, I had to suppress a smile. My half-brothers were equally stunned. By the time I told my father I was moving in with Gage in LA, the wind had left him. The cherry on the sundae was when I put my foot down––he either treats me with respect and stops manipulating me like I’m a puppet, or he can cut me out of his life. We didn’t talk for over a month. I was fully ready for him to turn his back on me and disown me. Two months after that showdown in the Hamptons, he flew to LA––not on a business trip––but to see me. Between my frank talk at the restaurant and in the Hamptons, my father woke up to the fact I was a grown woman. It’s about fucking time. When I told him I had been acc epted at a top school, and I was pursuing a jewelry design degree, he didn’t mock me. Baby st eps... Gage challenged me to go after what I want in life. So, I did. I’m a self-taught jewelry designer. If I want to make my dream a reality and honor Mom’s memory, I need formal training. Between school, the sisterhood, my new friends, and living with the man I love more than anything in the world, moving to LA was the best decision. “You want my big cock to fill your cunt?” My lips part in a slow smile. “Yes. Yes, I do.” Sex on legs Gage Hollingsworth... The man in a suit? Be still my beating heart. The man dressed like a blue-collar hunk? Be still my pulsating ovaries. Dressed up or dressed down, he exudes badassness and power. He toys with my braid. “You’re going to pay for taunting me, Mrs. Robinson.” The expression on his handsome face causes my clit to tingle. It’s dark, primal, and feral. He moves so fast, I don’t have time to blink. He grabs me, turns me around in his arms, presses a large hand between my shoulder blades, and leans me over the countertop of the kitchen island. I let out a long satisfying exhale when he presses his chest against my back and his massive erection rubs against my ass. Heaven. And there’s the subtle woodsy notes of his cologne. Masculine. Refined. Expensive. The scent is heady as fuck and it drives me insane with need. More than his closeness and the bulge between his legs, that more than anything, is my demise. “You’re a fucking tease, Mrs. Robinson.” The coolness of the granite countertop should dampen the five-alarm fire burning inside me, but it doesn’t. I’m this close from combusting. I pant. “I deserve to be punished.” “Yes, you do. And I’m going to enjoy punishing you. And I’m going to relish every fucking second of it.” “Yes. Please.” “No wonder you refuse to pay me. Did you use the money you owe me to buy the cock-hardening lingerie you’re wearing?” He grinds his cock against my ass. “Feel that? It’s all your damn fault.” “I’m such a bad girl.” He yanks up the hem of my chemise and lets the cool air of the room caress my ass. He’s breathing heavy in my ear as his finger traces the outline of my G-string. I moan when he slides a finger under the edge of my panties and explores my needy pussy.
“Are you this soaking wet for your husband?” “No. Only for you.” “That’s because he doesn’t know how to fuck a woman like you. He’s prim and proper in bed, but you like it dirty.” “I do. I really do.” He bites my earlobe as he shoves my panties to the side. The hissing sound of his zipper coming down followed by the swishing sound of his jeans makes me wetter than I am. I moan when the demanding thickness of his cock wedges between my pussy lips. Yes... He’s still dressed—which makes this naughty es capade even raunchier —but his shirt rides up, allowing the hard flex of his abs and hips to rub against my ass. “You want it rough?” “Yes. Don’t hold back.” These days, he’s not as unr epentant with me as he was at the beginning. My baby bump might have softened his alpha edge, but it hasn’t dulled it fully. It’s plenty dirty between us. Rip. It’s like my words unleashed the beast inside him. Without preamble or a warning, he tears off my panties. Good God. He snakes an arm around my waist. “Spread them wide for me.” He leaves me no choice in the matter. He gives my foot a vicious kick with his own. I whimper as I wobble a bit in my high-heeled slippers. He firms his grip on me. “Wider.” He kicks my foot again. I’m spread so wide, the theme night should be hard ass cop and thief. I’m about to get frisked. Not that I’d object. “You okay, Mrs. Robinson?” “I am. It’s been so long.” “Don’t worry. You’re going to get my cock soon enough.” He slides a finger between my wet pussy lips, skating through my slickness before he penetrates me in an unhurried slide. “That feels so good.” He pumps in and out of me in a languorous motion. I hiss, which earns me a second finger. A pleading grunt drops from my lips. He growls. He focuses on the textured spot inside me that sends a flurry of electric sensations throughout my body all at once. I’m so wet, it’s embarrassing. He withdraws his hand. I whimper in protest. With my face still pressed against the countertop, I catch a glimpse of him sliding his fingers inside his mouth and sucking them clean. “From the heady scent of your cunt and by how dripping wet you are, I’d say your husband has been neglecting you, Mrs. Robinson.” His green eyes are dark when he says that. “That’s why I need your cock so badly, Sawyer. Please fuck me.” “You beg so beautifully.” Thump. Gage drops his heavy cock onto the top of my ass. “Oh, fuck. Your cock is bigger than I remember.” “I shouldn’t be this turned on by you, Mrs. Robinson, but I want you so damn much. I’m powerless around you. You make me weak.” The searing heat of his tip flirts with my entrance. I bite against my lower lip as he skates the head of his cock over my pussy lips, making me wet and ready for his invasion. He angles his wide crown and nudges my pussy, teasing me. I moan. Like a warrior on a mission, he invades. His thick girth spreads my pussy. My breath stutters and my fingers curl against the countertop. He’s unr epentant, driving in and out of me, tunneling through my slick pussy with force. His cock fills a void that made me ache for two weeks that felt like a century.
He pulls out, leaving the crown nestled inside me, and with hands on my hips and a low growl, he thrusts balls de ep. If it wasn’t for his hands holding me, I’d fall off my high heels. “I bet you don’t have to struggle with your husband.” I love that he ke eps the game going. “No. I don’t. You’re so, so much better than him and you’re so much bigger. You make me come. He’s never been able to, not even when I guide him.” “Your cunt was made for my cock. Not your asshole husband.” “It was. It really was.” “Does he know you’re carrying my child?” “How did you know?” “I had my suspicions. If you were pregnant with his child, you wouldn’t want me inside you bareback and you wouldn’t want me to caress your belly after I fuck you senseless.” A hand brushes over my belly. I turn my head so I can catch his gaze. He winks. Fuck, I love this man. “You’re so smart, Sawyer. This baby is our little secret. I’ve made excuses not to be with my husband for the past six months since the first time you came to fix my pipes. He thinks we had sex when he was too drunk to remember.” “Fool.” He pumps in and out of me fast and furious. I can’t imagine how debauched I look, my face pressed against the countertop, my pussy stretched by his huge cock, him fully dressed, fucking me from behind. Gage slows his tempo. “I need you anchored down for what I have in store for you, Mrs. Robinson.” He nudges my feet back together with him still inside, and lifts my hips up. “Much better.” The height difference is—and will remain—an issue for us. Even with my high heels. “I’m about to prove to you how much I own your pussy, your body, and every fucking part of you.” And he proves it without a shadow of a doubt. He thrusts inside me with force. Each time he pulls out his cock to the tip, it sends a flurry of thrills up my spine, and each shove back inside my aching pussy is a gift. He’s so de ep, I swear his long cock is lodged somewhere in my chest. “Who do you belong to?” “You. Own. Me.” My words come out in staccato, matching each one of his thrusts. “Damn right.” His fingers find my clit. I arch and twist under his sweet assault. I’m wild. Unleashed, even. Slap! Slap! Slap! Oh, fuck. The sparkling pain heightens the pleasure. I let out a shrieking gasp when his hand pulls down the top part of my chemise, causing my naked breasts to spill from the cups. As he ke eps pumping in and out of me, they dangle. He gropes one breast with his strong hand. “Fuck. Your tits are much bigger than they were the last time I fucked you.” He presses his front against my back and snags my earlobe with his teeth. “Get there, Mrs. Robinson. You need to come because I won’t last much longer. Unlike your good-for-nothing husband, I always make you come first.” I’m turned on beyond reason. I open my mouth to respond, but he squeezes my nipples hard. A choking sound leaves my lips. I grind my face against the cold surface of the countertop, in the hopes of containing the volcano threatening to erupt. It’s pointless. I’m on fire, and there’s only one way out for me. He does it again. This time, he traps my clit between his fingers with one hand, pinching my nipple with the other.
Dear God. I shudder and freefall. My orgasm arrives with two weeks of need roaring behind it. I come, and I come, and I come around his big, fat cock. “You’re such a good slut.” His lip flirts with my earlobe. God, I love role-playing. He doesn’t allow time for my feet to touch the ground. He pushes off me, wraps my braided hair around his fist, and pulls. “You ready for my cum?” I’m panting so hard, I can’t respond. Slap! “I asked you a question, Mrs. Robinson.” “Give it to me, Sawyer.” He lets loose. He’s hard as steel as his hips hammer into me, as if he’s trying to nail me to this island. He fucks me like he means it. Harder. Faster. More punishing. It’s so intense, I struggle to remember my name. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re going to get a lot of it.” I squeeze my thighs together. “I want it all.” One, two, three thrusts. “Fuck—” He releases himself inside me, emptying himself into my greedy pussy, his cum filling me up before dripping down my legs. An explosion of pleasure detonates inside me. Against the soundtrack of my delirious cries, I clench around his cock hard and give in to my second orgasm. I wail as my pussy milks his warm release. He growls and ke eps thrusting, fucking his cum de ep inside me. Those two violent orgasms rob me of my ability to think, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. We’re both wet and messy and his jeans are still around his knees, which only makes this tryst even more debauched. Gage lays his upper body against my back, pulls me snug against him, and wraps his arms around me, his hands cupping my belly. I love the way he does that. It makes me feel treasured. We remain entangled, neither of us in a rush to move. His warmth se eps into me, and I have no doubt the baby relishes this closeness as much as I do. I’m in my safe place. My happy place. “Mine.” He grunts. “And mine.” He caresses my belly. A delirious grin stretches my lips. He’s so ridiculously possessive. It fills my heart knowing he wants this baby as much as I do. For several long beats our ragged breaths fill the kitchen. “Angel, I needed to be with you.” His fingers reach for the red bracelet circling my left wrist. We’re back to being Gage and Lily. “Me too.” “How the fuck did I live without you for the past two weeks?” He groans. “I’ve been thinking about being with you all day. You were so distracting, it was a struggle to focus on work. Visions of your sexy ass were clouding my mind.” I giggle. “You think that’s funny?” “I like knowing I was on your mind because you were on mine.” He drops a tender kiss against my cheek. “You’re always on my mind,” he says, playing with my engagement ring. Before he left for his two-week business trip, he tricked me. I should’ve known I was walking into a trap considering it was the same MO as my birthday. Behind the doors of a private room at the Quintus Hotel, our friends were waiting for us. Gage’s sisters flew in from Europe with their families. Sara was there. So were Nadine and Gérard. When I turned around, he was down on one knee. I so didn’t see it coming. And I didn’t see the eye-popping rock you can spot from Pluto coming either. Gage is everything I ever wanted in a man and then some. Even though I love the four-carat oval cut diamond ring with a pavé-set of brilliant diamonds running along the band he gave me, I couldn’t stop wearing the red string bracelet. That first proposal was the most romantic proposal ever, coming from a man who professes to not having a romantic bone in his body.
Gage made sure my father and half-brothers showed up at our engagement party. They weren’t all smiles, but nothing offensive spewed from their mouths. I considered that a win. “I love you so much, angel.” My heart flips over like it always does when the L word drops from his beautiful lips. “I love you with all my heart—” I take in a shaky breath. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” I shake my head. “Don’t bullshit me.” “It’s just...” “Tell me.” “I’ve never felt truly loved before,” I say. “It just hit me.” Another shaky breath. “I mean, Mama loved me and Nads loves me, but it’s different. The way you love me is...” “The way I love you is everything, Lily. My love for you redefines who I am as a man.” He holds me in his warm embrace for several breaths. When he pulls out of me, I moan my disapproval. “Why can’t we stay like this forever?” “Because...” He helps me up and adjusts my chemise. I turn to face him. “Are you going to finish your thought?” He cups my face and pulls me into a fierce, hard kiss that takes my breath away. My spent, weary body melts against his strong one. This man... He breaks our heated embrace. “Because I missed your mouth on mine and because I need to get my sexy fiancée upstairs for round two.” “I haven’t caught my breath yet.” “I have to make up for the last two weeks.” Giddiness fizzes through me, but I pretend to be unaffected. “You don’t have to do it all in one evening, Hollingsworth.” “Tu m’as beaucoup manqué, mon ange,” he says. “You were missing from me, angel.” He prefers the word for word translation from French to English. So do I. “Tu m’as beaucoup manqué, mon amour,” I say. Translation: I missed you so much, my love. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now, let’s go upstairs so you can correct the error of your ways.” I frown. “What do you mean?” “When you came, you called out God’s name. He’s great and all, but I want to hear you scream out my name at the top of your lungs.” I laugh, and laugh, and laugh. He joins me. Of all the wonderful things about my husband-to-be, his laugh is my greatest gift. “Let’s go, soon-to-be Mrs. Hollingsworth. I need to be inside you again.” I take the hand he extends. I love this man so much, I’d follow him to the ends of the earth.