We’ve been in Singapore for less than twenty-four hours and my head is already spinning from the glittering whirlwind of the trip so far. A few years ago, I never could have imagined that my life would include things like traveling halfway across the world and being treated like a princess in a city as exotic as this one, but every day, Luke continues to surprise and spoil me in new and wonderful ways.

Honestly, though, I still find it a little hard to believe that he managed to keep this secret—flying us out here with Paul and Paul’s latest girlfriend to join our dear friends Jia and Cheng for the ribbon cutting ceremony of the hotel they all built together. It feels like it should have been too big for me not to have caught on, but somehow, Luke managed it. Of course, I have been a little distracted lately, so maybe it’s not all that surprising after all, since I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping a secret of my own.

One I can’t wait to share with Luke tonight.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” Luke asks, wrapping his arms around me from behind as the smiling hotel butler makes quick work of unpacking our suitcases here in the honeymoon suite. Of course, we’ve been married for far too long to count this as the honeymoon that Jia once suggested we take here at the new hotel, but it touches me all the same that they’ve held off opening this particular suite to the public just so that Luke and I could have the first stay here.

And just like the entire property, the suite is beautiful. They’ve really outdone themselves, and I say so.

“I love it,” I tell Luke, turning in his arms and going up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss.

It makes me a little dizzy, which of course Luke picks up one right away. It always amazes me how much attention he pays to my needs, given what a busy man he is. He loves me, though—there’s no way I can ever doubt it—and even without all the ways he spoils me with material things and trips like this one, it’s that love that makes me feel so cherished.

“Jet lag, sweetheart?” he asks about my moment of dizziness, frowning as his arms tighten around me. “Our dinner plans with the Kohs aren’t for a few hours. You should lie down for a bit.”

I nod, because I really do want to lie down. It’s not jet lag, though—or at least, not just jet lag; we are twelve hours ahead of New York, after all—and I bite my lip to keep in a secretive smile. I don’t want to share my news until Luke and I are alone, but as tuned in as he always is to my every mood, this time, I don’t have to worry about him pressing me for details. Luke’s attention has already moved from me to the butler—the man has just finished servicing our room—and as Luke thanks him and slips him an overly generous tip, I step away and head for the suite’s bedroom, trusting that my husband will follow.

It takes a few minutes. I send Jessie a quick text for her to read when she wakes up—she’s back home in New York with Susie, who’s now our full-time nanny—then snap a picture of the luxurious suite and forward that on to Jessie, too. The low murmur of Luke’s voice comes from the front room and I realize it might be even more than a few minutes before he follows me, actually. Even if this is a vacation for us, he’s still one of the hotel owners and all the staff here know it. I imagine Luke is quizzing the butler about all sorts of things relating to how the property is being run, and I make good use of the extra time by heading to the luxurious ensuite bathroom for a quick shower.

I am tired, it hits me hard as soon as I’m standing under the hot water, but as much as I’m looking forward to lying down as Luke suggested, getting some rest isn’t what I’m hoping to do… at least, not yet. I smile, being a little naughty as I get myself thoroughly wet while waiting for him. I’ve heard other women talk about how the realities of married life can slowly drain all the romance—all the heat—out of a marriage, but three years in, I haven’t found that to be true at all.

I’m not the shy virgin I was when Luke and I first met, and if anything, married life has made me crave our bedroom intimacies even more. The flight here took almost a full day, and as far as I’m concerned, that is much too long for me to go without feeling my husband’s touch. I’ll never get tired of it. Never have enough. Never stop wanting to be his in every single way possible.

Never.

The sound of the shower’s glass door sliding open has me dragging open my eyes. Maybe I am more tired than I realized. I’m not quite sure how long I’ve been standing here, letting the deliciously hot water pour down my body as billows of fragrant steam fill the spacious walk-in enclosure, but it was clearly long enough for Luke to finish his business with the butler and undress to join me.

“What are you smiling about, sweetheart?” he asks, stepping inside and letting his eyes roam over my wet body.

And maybe I’m not actually that tired after all, because as soon as I feel his eyes on me, a familiar, tingling excitement starts to gather between my legs. Luke never lets me doubt how beautiful he finds me, and I never get tired of knowing he likes to look.

My breath hitches and his eyes heat up as they snap up to meet mine.

“Hannah,” he says with mock-sternness in his voice as he closes the door behind him and finally comes close enough to touch. “Be a good girl and answer when I ask you a question.”

He plants both hands on the wet stone of the wall behind my head, trapping me between them, and a needy little sound falls from my lips when he doesn’t come any closer. The shower has dual heads, and the hot, rain-like water is falling on both of us now, flushing his skin a warm red color and tempting me to beg him to let me touch… lick… kiss every inch of it.

I lick my lips, eyes darting down. Especially all those mouthwatering, thick, hard inches that have grown noticeably thicker and harder in the few moments he’s been in the shower with me.

“Luke,” I whisper, sliding my hands up the hard contours of his chest as I sway toward him. That temptingly hard cock of his brushes against my stomach, and the tingling between my legs intensifies as a slick, hot rush of want floods me there.

“Hannah,” Luke says, his lips twitching into an almost-smile as he captures my hands and presses them up over my head, holding them against the shower wall to keep me in place. “Be good, baby. You still haven’t answered me. Are you going to do that? Make me happy?”

“Yes,” I promise breathlessly, even though I’ve already forgotten whatever it is that he’s waiting on an answer for. It doesn’t matter; I don’t keep things from him. Whatever he wants to know, I’ll tell him. Whatever he wants, I’ll give him.

Then I smile. Well, there is one thing I’ve been keeping from him, actually, and maybe now is the time to finally share my news.

“I do have something to tell you, Luke.”

He smiles, hot and dirty, and pushes a hard thigh between my legs. “That’s right, sweetheart. And I’m still waiting to hear it.”

I gasp, tightening my legs around him and rocking forward. I’m always ready for him, and he knows just how to make me fly.

Luke tsks, smiling down at me. “So naughty,” he whispers, even though I can see how my eagerness makes his cock swell even thicker.

Still, I can tell he wants to give, not let me take, and sure enough, he switches his grip, locking both my wrists in one of his hands and sliding the other down my body… grazing my nipples until I gasp… trailing his fingers down my quivering stomach… sliding his palm behind me to grip my bottom and rock me forward as he pushes that hard thigh between my legs, over and over, grinding my swollen clit against him until I can’t think.

“Beautiful girl,” he whispers.

My mind blanks completely as pleasure rockets through me at the praise, and even though he keeps teasing me… keeps pushing me to be good… telling me to answer him… to tell him… something… I’ve lost track of everything except this.

“Please,” I finally gasp, shaking as he pushes me closer and closer to shattering. I’m right there, I’m going to break apart, and the way he’s restraining me, toying with me, forcing the pleasure on me in waves that crest higher and higher and higher, there’s nothing I can do but everything he wants. My pleasure is completely out of my control, and any moment now…

I’ll break for him.

I’ll shatter into a million pieces and then thank him for making me do it.

I’ll fall right over the edge of the impossibly high cliff he’s pushing me toward, his name on my lips as I go over it.

And then I do.

“Luke,” I scream, my vision whiting out as hot waves of bliss slam through me, hard and fast and utterly uncontrollable. “Luke,” I sob again as my body trembles against him, his name the only thing I can manage as it washes through me.

I’m shaking, water cascading over me as he holds me up and lets me ride it out in his strong arms.

I’m boneless.

I’m tired and replete and awash with the warm afterglow… but I know my husband. He’s never satisfied with making me come just once, and he still hasn’t taken his pleasure, either. He’s worn me out, but we’re just beginning.

“So beautiful, sweetheart,” he praises me, soaping my limp body and moving me where he wants me as he makes short work of getting us both done in the shower. Eventually, he scoops me up into his arms and turns off the water, carrying me to the turned-down bed and ignoring the wet trail of footprints he leaves along the way. His hot, hard length rubs against my bottom as he carries me, and it’s not until he lays me down on the mattress and crawls up after me that I remember I still haven’t told him my secret.

Our secret.

“I need to fuck you, babydoll,” Luke tells me before I can get a word out, his need present in every word. He slides his hands up my body and lays himself out on top of me, his hot weight pinning me to the mattress as he mutters, “Need to be inside you.”

I would tell him yes, but I can’t… and I don’t need to. I’m his and he knows it. He wants me, so he takes me, capturing my mouth with his as he restrains my wrists in one of his large hands again and slots his throbbing cock between my legs.

I immediately spread them open in welcome and he doesn’t hesitate for a moment before he thrusts all the way home.

I gasp into his mouth, arching against him as he fills me with every inch of his hot length; entering me hard and fast and forcing me to stretch around him with that perfect feeling of fullness—of completeness—that belongs to him alone.

“So wet for me,” he mutters, his kisses moving away from my mouth and across my jaw… down my throat… sucking on my sensitive skin as he holds me in place and then—with a deep, full-body groan I feel vibrate through the both of us—he starts pounding into me, giving my exhausted body exactly the hard, fast rhythm it needs to rekindle the blaze he always ignites in me.

I’m already relaxed and slick from the orgasm he just gave me and I have no strength to resist the rising tide of pleasure he’s fucking into me, even if I wanted to.

I don’t.

I want more.

I want everything he can give me, always.

“Luke,” I gasp, the tide rising inside me again. Being Luke’s wife has made me greedy for this. It’s made me need it…crave it… hunger for the way he takes me over and turns me inside out. After the long day we’ve had, it’s not just hunger, though; I’m starving for it.

For him.

I wrap my legs around him as he pistons into me, begging him to take me even higher as he holds me where he wants me and has his way with me.

“Please, Luke,” I gasp, writhing against his strong grip. Not to break free of it—never—but to prove to myself that he won’t let me go.

“Hannah,” he growls, his grip on me becoming even more forceful.

I’m always secure with him. Safe and protected. It means I can let go.

“You’re going to come,” he tells me.

“Yes,” I sob, the delicious tension he’s ramping up inside me winding me tighter and tighter.

Luke gives me a fierce smile, fucking me deeper. “You’re going to come hard, baby.”

“Yes,” I promise, the word forced out of me as he pushes me right to the brink.

“Hannah.”

I force my eyes back open.

“You’re going to come now. Do it, sweetheart. For me.”

Anything. Always. Yes.

He slams into my hard, eyes locked on mine, and I tip over the edge of the cliff with a scream. This orgasm is deeper… longer. It goes on and on and on, holding me in its grip until I’m gasping. Breathless. Shaking and trembling underneath him. I shattered in the shower, but now I’m falling apart all over again, held together only by the strength of my husband’s love.

He fucks me through all of it, then shouts with his own release as I start to come down. The hot rush of his seed fills my womb, and I cry out as the feeling—the perfect joy of it—sends a second wave of bliss racing through me, wiping out everything other than him… us… this connection between us that will never, ever end.

I never feel as alive as these moments when Luke owns me so completely that the world fades away and I really am his; body, mind, and soul. I could happily float like this forever, but his voice brings me back to Earth.

“Hannah,” he says softly, brushing my damp hair back from my face and kissing me tenderly. “You’re incredible, sweetheart. It would be impossible for me to love you any more than I do right now.”

I stretch underneath his comforting weight, arching like a cat as a different kind of pleasure fills me at the sweet words.

Then I gasp, the adrenaline of excitement shooting through me as I remember.

“Not true,” I tell him, suddenly feeling awake and giddy despite how well-used my satisfied, jet-lagged body feels.

Luke’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. It’s not often that I disagree with him, and his lips twitch with humor as he rolls us onto our sides, still joined by his sex.

“Is that so?” he teases, nipping my nose lightly so that I laugh. “Have you got some kind of magic that will make the impossible happen, sweetheart? Womanly wiles you haven’t used on me yet? A secret potion to make me love you more than this?”

I bite my lip, enjoying holding the sweet secret close to my heart for another moment, and then—

“Hannah,” Luke says before I can open my mouth, his whole body suddenly going still.

He stares hard into my eyes, and I know without either one of us saying a word that I don’t have to tell him. He knows me so well it’s like he really is the other half of my soul.

Without another word, he rolls me onto my back again and sits up, his softening cock sliding out of me as he rocks back on his knees to sit between my open legs. His eyes roam my body and he runs his hands up my thighs, curving them around my hips and then resting them on the soft expanse of my still-flat belly as his eyes finally meet mine in wonder.

“Hannah,” he repeats, the whisper filled with so much joy that my eyes well up with tears.

We’ve wanted this for so long, and for no reason that could be determined, it just hasn’t happened… until now.

I nod, dashing away my happy tears, and Luke’s breath catches.

“Are we having a baby?” he asks, his gaze sliding down my body again, as if looking for a sign that will tell him it’s true.

I don’t think my body has changed much, not yet, but I suspected it a few weeks ago and confirmed it just before we left New York. But now… a soft, beautiful smile spreads across Luke’s face as he looks at me. I’m not sure what he sees, but his hands caress me with a touch both gentle and possessive—belly, hips, breasts—and I know that he’s found it.

An unexpected sob escapes me and I cover my mouth, suddenly overcome in a way that I haven’t been until now despite holding the knowledge so close to my heart all these days. Finally sharing it with Luke makes it feel more real, though. And beyond that, it makes it perfect.

He’s been such a wonderful father figure to Jessie that I never doubted he’d be amazing with his own children, but there’s something about seeing the undeniable proof on his face… hearing it in the reverent tone of his voice… feeling it in the way his hands take ownership of my body and the child within it… it fills my heart to overflowing.

“Hannah?” Luke asks, voice filled with hope and wonder as he presses me for the answer his heart already knows is true. “A baby?”

I swipe at my damp eyes again and smile up at the man I love, the man who changed my life, who saved me. The man who became my family and Jessie’s, and who I now get to give the gift of family right back to. I smile up at my husband and cover his large, strong hands with my own, pressing them against the warm cocoon of my body where our first child grows, and I give him the only answer I ever want to give him.

The one I will always give him.

“Yes, Luke. Yes.”

We’re having a baby, and when I see the tears of joy in his eyes, I fall in love with him all over again.

Endlessly.

Forever.

With all that I am and all I can offer him, until the end of time; I am his.