Emily goes wild.

When I kiss her, she responds with such ferocity that her clothes hit the floor in my spare bedroom, right in front of the crib.

“Oh, this is bad,” I murmur into her ear. “Not here. I’ll take you on my own bed.”

She leaps up and wraps her legs around my waist, lips covering mine. “Take me like I belong to you.” She looks me in the eyes as I walk us to the bedroom.

“You’re mine,” I say into her ear, and she trembles at the words.

I lay her out on the comforter and get rid of my own clothes, then stretch out next to her.

I’m going to fucking treasure this.

I start at her face, tracing the line of her jaw, pressing the pad of my thumb against her lips, and then go lower. Her nipples are already hard when I get to them. I take this as a challenge, swirling my tongue around one, then the next. Emily gasps. “That’s intense,” she whispers.

I move my hand down over her still-flat stomach, and down lower. “You think that was intense?”

I find her clit with my fingertips.

“Just wait.”

I linger there for a moment before I dip my hand all the way between her legs, where she’s already wet and ready. I press two fingers inside of her and stroke her with my thumb, watching the pink in her cheeks deepen and spread. “More,” she says, eyes fluttering closed.

“If you want more, you’re going to have to be a very good girl.”

Her eyes fly open and she bites her lip. “I’ll be good.”

“Put your arms above your head.”

She does.

“Keep them there.”

I slide off the bed and go to my knees on the floor, tugging her along until her spread legs are at the edge of the bed, opening her wider. On the first lick, Emily gasps. On the second, she moans. I have her on the edge of an orgasm in five heartbeats, her hips rocking up and down.

“Wait,” I tell her. “Wait.”

“No, Finn, please.”

I stroke my tongue over all of her folds and zero in on her clit. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, more juices flowing every second, and I could do this for the rest of my life.

“Please,” she pants, her hands still above her head. “Please…”

“Please what?” I raise my head only long enough to say the words, and then I’m back to worshipping her.

“Please let me come. Please make me come. Please…”

I give the lady what she wants.

It’s a glorious, beautiful, trembling orgasm.

Then I can’t wait any longer.

I join her on the bed, harder than steel, and Emily opens her eyes. Her gaze travels down the length of my body to my cock.

“Oh, my,” she says, and then she’s ferocious again, pushing me onto my back, straddling me, teasing me with that gorgeous pussy. Em bends down to kiss me, hard, and I run my hands over her ass.

“Be good,” I warn.

“I am good,” she says, then centers herself over me and takes me in with a little gasp that nearly pushes me over the edge.

I watch her as she rides me, swirling her hips, lifting herself up and down, up and down, breasts bouncing so tantalizingly that I can’t help but take them in my hands. I tease at her nipples and her pussy responds, tightening around my cock. “Mmm.” I do it again and she arches back. “So sensitive.”

“Yes,” she hisses, then grinds down on me with such force that I can’t take it anymore.

I have us both out of the bed in an instant, backing her up against the wall, still inside of her. She’s mine. She’s mine.

I hold her in my hands, bracing her, and fuck her like there’s no tomorrow.

Em presses her mouth against my shoulder, biting down, and comes again. It’s so hot, I’m worried the walls might combust and burn the entire house down. Her tightness around me, the wet, the warmth, brings me to my own climax. It’s hard and free and not the least bit reckless. She’s already pregnant.

She’s pregnant with my baby.

When we both come down from the high, and Emily’s feet are firmly back on earth, she looks up at me, eyes shining. “Shower?”

“Sounds perfect.”

We linger under the hot water, soaping each other up, talking. “What do you think we should do, Finn?” She asks me the question while she’s rinsing shampoo from her hair.

“I was serious about coming back here. Everybody loves you. You’d have a million clients.”

“You don’t think it would be giving up?”

“Giving up on what?” I bend down and kiss her again just to taste her. “You followed your plan. You became a lawyer. You got a job at an insane firm. You’re not giving up on anything if you decide to pursue your own career.”

“I still want my own career,” she says, worry flickering in her eyes.

“I still want mine. But if you’re set on the firm, I’ll start over in the city.”

Emily bites her lip. “What about…three years?”

“Three years?”

“What if we go with your plan for three years, and then reevaluate? Lakewood doesn’t have a good sushi place, and I’m really going to miss that.”

I laugh out loud. “I’ll drive you to the city whenever you want some.”

She frowns. “Not for another nine months.”

Excitement rushes through me again. “I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”

“You could start now.”

I stare at her. “You are ravenous.”

“I’ve missed this. I need it. I need you.”

While we stand in the shower, I take her in my arm and use my other hand to stroke her folds and tease at her clit until she comes again.

“More?”

She nods, blushing.

“We have all the time in the world.”