The first light of morning hit my face through the bedroom windows, warming my skin and causing a broad smile to break out on my lips. I stretched and yawned, eager to start the day.

"Someone looks ready to get at it," came Sam's voice from the other side of the large, comfy bed.

I rolled over on my side to face him. He was shirtless, as was typical in bed for him, and I couldn't help but let my eyes drift over his gorgeous body.

Then, a memory struck me, and I couldn't help but let out a little chuckle.

"What's so funny, missy?" asked Sam, setting down his iPad, a sly little grin on his face.

"Oh, nothing," I said. "I was just thinking about the day that you and I broke up."

"Morbid thought for first thing in the morning," he said.

"No," I said, "I was just thinking about how I woke up that morning, hung over, fishing my dirty clothes out of the mess of your room, checking the phone and seeing how late in the day it was."

"And now we're getting up at dawn to start our lives as respectable adults," said Sam, picking up on what I was saying."

"Exactly," I said. "I can't believe how far we've come."

"Well," said Sam, "I don't know about you, but I couldn't be happier about it."

"Same here," I said, my eyes moving along the hard lines of his torso once again. "But…"

"But…" repeated Sam, his eyebrows raising.

"If you wanted…you could show me just how happy you are about everything."

Sam scooched closer to me, until his warm body was pressed against mine. He knew exactly what I meant.

"Always in the mood for that," he said.

Then, he slipped his hand into the back of my hair and pulled me close, pressing his lips to mine. My heart sang as he kissed me, our kiss started off as something chaste but quickly turning into something steamier, more passionate.

I could hardly wait for what I wanted. And judging by the large bulge forming in the sheets below, neither could Sam.

He slipped his hands under my nightgown, pulling it over my head. I reached down and tucked my own hands into the waistband of his sleeping pants, feeling the jutting bones of his hips as I helped Sam shimmy free of his clothes. We continued to kiss, taking in sharp breaths through our noses as we fell into one another. Sam's hands moved to my breasts, gently kneading the flesh and caressing my nipples in the way he knew I loved. Then he brought his lips to them, sucking gently on my nipples and sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Without thinking, I wrapped my hand around his cock, taking in a sharp draw of air as I took pleasure in the thick firmness of his prick. I loved Sam's cock so goddamned much, and feeling it hard in my hand was enough to drive me wild with passion.

So, I decided to show him just how wild he was making me. A wicked smile on my face, I moved down the bed, kissing his solid muscles as I descended. Sam watched with eager eyes, knowing just what I had in mind. Once I reached his cock, I started by kissing it along its length, paying special attention to the end, just how he liked it. Then, once I'd teased him enough, I took the entire tip into my mouth lashing it with my tongue while I bobbed up and down. Moans slipped out of Sam's mouth as I worked; I loved those sounds.

"Goddamn," he said. "I love the way you suck me."

I let out a little moan, letting my smiling eyes do all the talking.

I continued to focus on the end of him, rubbing the length of his cock with my hand. Eventually, I took more of him into my mouth- no easy feat considering how long and thick his prick was. I moved my lips along his solid rod, bobbing up and down at a steady pace. It wasn't long before I began to taste something delicious and salty, and I knew this was my cue to stop before the real fun began.

Sam's cock left my mouth with a "pop," and I moved further up along his body until I was straddling him, his prick in front of me and pointing straight up.

"You want me to ride you, baby?" I asked, stroking his cock.

"Can't think of anything I'd like more," he said in a low purr, his hands moving up and along my curves.

I didn't want to waste a second more. Moving my body up, I positioned his cock right below me. Holding his prick straight up, I lowered myself slowly onto him, the feeling of his massive member entering me feeling as though I was being split in half in the best way possible. Once he was fully inside of me, I gave myself a moment to acclimate to the feeling of him; there was just so much of him to take in.

Once I was ready, I began moving my hips back and forth, bucking on him at a slow, measured pace. The pleasure was instant and nearly overwhelming. I let my hair drape down onto my shoulders as I rocked my hips back and forth, and judging by the sensual smile on Sam's lips, he was more than happy about the view. His hands remained on my hips, taking in the feeling of my curves. Soon, he moved them up, scooping my breasts into his hands and rubbing them in a manner that felt simply incredible.

I couldn't wait any longer, and soon picked up the pace. My gentle rocking turned into a steady pounding, and soon I was lifting up my hips and driving them back down onto Sam, impaling myself over and over on his enormous, firm cock. Moans escaped my lips, along with the occasional "oh God." Sam let out hard grunts, his face tightened in pleasure.

The orgasm came fast and almost out of nowhere. Sam's cock inside of me was such an intense pleasure that somehow orgasms snuck up on me. The hot pulsing of pleasure rushed through my body, and I felt myself quiver and shake, my hands gripped hard onto Sam's solid chest, as though I might blast off at any moment.

Sam came soon after, unloading himself into me, the feeling of him erupting inside of me just beyond compare. Once we were done, I collapsed onto his chest and we lay there for a time, taking in the sweet pleasure of the afterglow.

"I love you, baby," he said, running his hands through my hair.

"I love you, too."

"But," he said. "I'm afraid we've done all the lounging around we can afford for one day."

I checked the time on my phone, and sighed when I realized he was right.

"Alright," I said. "This branch isn't going to run itself, I suppose."

With one last kiss, the two of us heaved out of bed and began our day. Our bathroom had two showers, so getting ready was no problem. And once I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out onto the balcony overlooking New York. I felt like the city was mine.

Much had happened since the night of the party. Once Sam clocked Junior, he didn't waste any time going into a lengthy explanation of what had happened the night I walked in on him and Evelyn. He told me that he was weak and that while Evelyn made her moves all he could think about was me, and that I walked in on the exact moment he'd made that decision. As he stood there on the apartment balcony, his hand raw from the punch, I couldn't do anything but take him back.

Junior ran scampering to his father, of course, and once Junior attracted the attention of the party, Sam didn't waste any time letting everyone know what had really happened, that it was Sam and me who did all of the work, and that it was Junior who was taking all of the credit, stating that any records of the meetings would show that Junior wasn't there for a single one. Richard Sr. took the information in a dignified manner, and at first I was sure he'd take his son's side. But that evening ended up being the last time I ever saw Junior. Last I heard, he was sent to run up one of Richard Sr.'s smaller companies located in northern Finland. Very northern Finland.

Once the dust settled a week or so later, Richard called another meeting, letting us all know that he'd decided that since Sam and I were the ones who made the expansion possible, it was only fair to be the ones to run the new New York branch of Langford Holdings.

And that's where we went.

Richard let us know that we were welcome to move into Junior's luxury penthouse, as it was in Richard's name, and Junior wouldn't be using it anytime soon. So, we got Grace transferred to an arts school in the city, and off we moved. We kept the apartment on the Thames, letting Anna stay there as she continued to develop her reputation as an artist in London.

So, the three of us began our new lives as New Yorkers and Londoners all at once. I'd dreamed of one city as a girl, and now I had two.

"You guys took forever to get up!" called out Grace as the two of us walked into the kitchen, both dressed and ready to start our day.

"Sorry, darling," said Sam, scooping Grace out of her chair and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Alarm didn't go off."

Sam and I shared a knowing look.

"OK, now put me back down," said Grace. "I'm working on my project."

Grace was still developing as an artist, and the picture she had before her was an impressive rendition of the sweeping view from our New York apartment.

"Oh, and Papa, this fell out of your jacket pocket."

Grace placed a small box of burgundy velvet on the kitchen table, her eyes still on her painting.

What could that be? I asked myself.

"Um, erm," said Sam, stuffing the box into his jacket. "It's nothing; don't worry about it."

"I looked inside," said Gracie, not looking up. "It's pretty."

"Is that…" I asked, pointing to the box.

"Well," said Sam. "Why don't we discuss the issue further on the balcony."

He led me out, and my heart raced with each step. Once we were outside, the spring New York air fresh and warm on my skin, Central Park arrayed before us, I could barely think, let alone speak.

Sam withdrew the box from his pocket and popped it open. Sure enough, it was the most gorgeous diamond ring that I'd ever seen in my life.

"Mary, our time together h-"

"Yes!" I shouted, throwing my arms around him and pulling him right.

What? I couldn't wait. So sue me.

He slipped the ring on my finger, and I smiled broadly as I let the stone glitter in the sun.

"I love you more than words can say," said Sam, his beautiful blue eyes bright. "And I know our life together will be something magical."

"The feeling is more than mutual, Mr. Huntington," I said, pulling him close for another kiss.

And we embraced for a long while. I never thought that my life might take these turns, and end up in these places, but I wouldn't trade a single moment for it. As I looked into the eyes of the man I loved, standing there on that New York balcony, I knew that the joy was only just beginning.

And I couldn't wait to see what was next.