I pull up to the house in my squad car, and sit there for a moment to just stare. It’s been six months, yet part of me still can’t believe how complete of a 180 my life has taken since the day Ashley Marrón first sauntered into my jail cell.

We’re still living in Ashley’s father’s old house—though she’s gutted just about everything but the foundation to completely remake it in her own style. Now, instead of imposing guards out front, I’m greeted by Hop, our enormous golden retriever, straining at his leash to reach me as I climb out of the police car.

That’s right. I’m a cop now. Talk about a full role reversal. But once Ashley and I got my record expunged, and I sat down to talk with a career counselor about my options, the right fit was staring me right in the face. I knew the ugly side of life. I knew how bad things could get when you were down and out on your luck.

I knew the ugly side of the police force too, the guys who took it out on even the prisoners who were in for nonviolent crimes, just because they were angry at the system. And I knew how much of a difference I could make joining up—catching the real bad guys, men like Ashley’s father who believed they were above the law, and helping out the poor sods like I used to be, the nobodies who get caught in the middle of powerful men’s games.

A few weeks of training, then a couple months in academy, and here I am now, with a badge on my chest and a whole new outlook on life. And I have Ashley to thank for that—for all of this. She’s never once wavered in her belief in me, and that only makes me want to work harder to be the man she needs. The right man, the one who will choose the right path, even when it’s hard.

I scratch Hop’s ear, then laugh as he jumps up on me, and tussle with him a little on my walk toward the door. “In a few minutes, boy,” I call over my shoulder when he whines, clearly ready for his afternoon walk. But he’ll have to wait a moment. I’ve got my number one to go greet first.

“Ashley?” I elbow open the front door, carrying the groceries she asked me to grab for dinner slung over one arm.

“In here,” she replies, her voice distant. I pause long enough to drop the supplies off in the kitchen, then wind through the house. I stop dead at the foot of the grand staircase, and chuckle softly under my breath. Because right there at the foot of the steps is a clue as to where my afternoon is heading.

A single pair of red panties is draped across the first step.

It reminds me of that first meeting. The first time I saw her, the first time I knew, viscerally, on animal instinct, that I needed to have this woman. Her scent, on the soaking wet panties she threw at my lap, drove me wild for days afterward. Now, just like I did then, I bend to scoop up the panties, and grin as I inhale her sharp, sweet scent. The smell I’ll never get enough of.

“Are you coming?” she calls, her voice taunting, teasing.

“Oh, you’ll know when I am,” I reply as I start up the steps, reaching for the top button of my uniform. My uniform pants already feel tight, as my cock grows hard at the thought of her spread-eagled across our big king-sized bed.

At the top of the steps, I find another garment. This one is her bra, the black lace one I love to peel off her tits so much, because it cups them to perfection. My smile widens. I start toward the bedroom. Hung on the doorknob is the same sexy little tight pencil skirt she wore the first time we met. The first time she walked into the prison and stole my self-control.

I’m harder than ever now at the memory. I’m thinking about that first time I touched her, when I peeled her skirt up and spread her legs on that tiny little cot of a bed to bury my face in her sweet pussy.

“Ashley?” I turn the knob and open the bedroom door. But I expected her to be on the bed. Instead, I just see the final item of clothing, the tight dress she wore the last time she visited me—the visit that changed everything. The day I decided to trust her, and then she blew me away with how much she could accomplish.

Not to mention the way she actually blew me. Those tight lips clamped around my cock sent me spiraling higher than anyone else has ever managed to get me with their tongue alone.

I step into the room, and only then do I hear the sound. A faint splash from the bathroom. I grin and finish removing my uniform shirt. I drop it onto the bedroom floor, followed by my pants, only my boxers remaining, as I stride into the bathroom.

Ashley is in the bathtub, arms spread across the sill, bubbles filling the water. Hiding that perfect, sexy little body of hers from view. But not for long.

“To what do I owe this delight?” I ask, smirking as I strip off my boxers as well.

“Can’t a lady decide she wants to entertain her man in style?” Ashley tilts her head to one side and pushes off the wall to kneel. That motion lifts her breasts above the surface of the water, coating them in bubbles.

I step into the tub beside her. Sink to my knees in the warm water, and trace my hands down both sides of her neck. Over her shoulders, down the gentle curve of her arms, to trail my fingertips back up over her breasts. “I’m not complaining,” I tell her, leaning in to trail my lips up the side of her neck.

She sighs and leans closer to me, folding her arms around my body. I trace my hands down her sides, until I can cup her tight little ass and pull her up and against me in the water. She gasps, that faint, sexy sound that I love, when my hard cock grazes her inner thigh. It makes me tense with desire, makes my cock jump along her inner thigh, since I’m already rock hard with desire.

I take my time with her. Touch and tease her everywhere, my hands exploring her body the way I always love to do. I wait until she’s practically panting with desire, until her pussy feels warm and wet, even through the bath water, when I cup my fingers underneath her to caress her slit.

Only then do I draw her up out of the bath. Step up to the cool tile wall of the bathroom.

“Going to have your way with me, Mr. Tell?” Ashley whispers.

I grin and grab her ass, harder this time. Lift her thigh until she wraps one leg around my waist. At that angle, it’s easy for me to position the tip of my cock against her pussy. I arch my hips, run the tip between her pussy lips, up and down her slit. “Fuck yes, Ms. Marrón. I plan on having my way with you again and again…” With that, I grab her ass in both hands and lift her off the ground.

She gasps a little in surprise, but quickly wraps her other leg around my waist too, her hands gripping my shoulders for support. I pin her against the wall, and in one rough motion, thrust into her.

“You like that?” I murmur against her ear. “You like it when I take what I want from you?”

“Fuck yes,” she says, a smile on her mouth. “I love it rough.”

“Careful what you wish for,” I warn her with a rogue grin. Then I pull her against me, her back arching to grant me better access, as I start to thrust into her. Before long, I’m moving hard and fast, fucking her against the wall, loving the way her tight pussy contracts around my thick cock, savoring all the little moans and gasps she makes as I work her up toward her first climax. When she’s close, I pull her against me and turn, walking her toward the shower. Her legs clamp tighter around me as she holds on, her hips bucking in frustration at the climax I just denied her.

But she won’t be left wanting for long.

“My dirty girl needs to get clean,” I whisper.

I walk her into the shower stall, pin her against the wall there, and grab the showerhead. Her eyes widen. With a wicked smirk, I turn on the warm water, and direct the showerhead right at her pussy, even as I pin her up against the wall and continue to pound into her.

“You like that, dirty girl? You like when I try to clean your pussy?”

She cries out in response, her orgasm hitting hard and fast under the double onslaught of my cock and the stream of water. She shakes against me, her muscles quivering as she comes. I keep the showerhead positioned there, my other hand gripping her ass hard to pull her tighter against me as I keep fucking her, my cock plunging into her tight pussy over and over.

“Come for me again. One more good one, and I’ll give you what you really want. I’ll come inside you, but first you have to come for me.”

That sexy pussy of hers spasms around my cock as she comes a second time, her screams louder. She digs her teeth into my shoulder, and I let the showerhead fall, knowing the sensation is getting overwhelming now. I draw back, arch my hips to make sure the tip of my cock drags along her inner walls, one after the other, until I reach the G-spot. The third time I make her come, it’s on my cock alone, her mouth wide as she gasps for breath.

Only then do I let myself go. Fuck her hard and fast against the wall, my hands so tight on her ass it’ll probably leave bruises tomorrow—but she always loves when I do that. She says it marks me as hers.

I can’t help but agree.

I thrust into her again and again until the pleasure builds too hot and hard. “I’m gonna come, Ashley. I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Fill me up, Damon,” she manages to pant, breathless, lost in the sensation, the same way I am.

I finish with a deep, guttural growl, and keep thrusting as I feel my hot cum wash inside her pussy, filling her, until the stream trickles out of her pussy and down both our legs, white hot even under the warm shower water.

“Fuck,” she breathes, when I finally release her legs, let her slide down the wall to a stand again.

“Fuck,” I agree with a breathless grin. Then I aim the showerhead at her body, intent on washing her off. But she has other ideas, grabs it from me, and we’re at it all over again.

I lose track of time. I lose track of everything, until we collapse into bed, what feels like hours later, both worn out and breathing hard. I pull her to my chest and cradle her close, loving as always the way her warm body feels pressed against me, tucked perfectly into the curve of my arm. Despite all the showering, neither of us is particularly clean, but I don’t mind. I like her better when she smells natural. Like herself. And like me, like sex all over her.

“So,” I murmur into the nape of her neck, just before I plant a long, lingering kiss there, that makes her shiver in my arms. I pull her tighter against me, the stirrings of lust already tightening in my stomach again. I can never leave her alone for long. I can’t get enough of her, not even now, after all this time together.

I hope I never get my fill of this woman.

“So what?” she asks, with a coy smile over her shoulder.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, eyebrow lifted as I roll her over and pull her in for a long kiss. “Did you just want to surprise me?”

“Maybe.” That coy grin widens. God, she’s sexy when she’s holding something over me. It’s why I can’t complain, even when she does keep secrets on occasion. They always turn out to be great secrets.

“You’re a terrible liar,” I tell her.

“Bullshit.” She licks my lips, then nips at the lower one, playfully. “You just know all my tells.”

“Maybe. Now tell me what this is all about.” I lift a brow.

She searches my eyes for a drawn-out, quiet moment. Then, without responding, she slides a hand under the pillow. Withdraws it and hands me something.

It’s a tube. A slim one, white plastic, just the right size to fit in my palm. My heart skips a beat, already guessing… But I have to turn it over to be sure.

Sure enough, it only takes one glimpse of the bright pink little plus sign on the white stick to set my heart skipping over itself again. “Ashley…”

“I’m pregnant, Damon.” Her eyes sparkle, tears of happiness glittering at the corners. She’s holding her breath, waiting to see how I react. But it takes me longer than I expected to catch my breath, because holy fuck.

I never expected this. Never expected that my life could feel this way. So perfect, so… complete.

When I don’t reply for a moment, Ashley bites her lower lip, face crumpling into concern. “Are you okay?” she whispers.

“Okay?” I choke out. Then it all hits me. This is real. I catch her in my arms, pull her so tight against me that I can feel every inch of her body against mine. “Okay? Ashley, I’m fucking amazing. I can’t believe this.” I draw back just far enough to see her face, to see that beautiful, sexy smile as she bursts into relieved laughter. Then she’s crying, and I’m kissing away the tears, and we’re both laughing, breathless with excitement, with joy. “I can’t believe you,” I finally whisper against her ear, holding her close. “You are so fucking perfect. I never imagined I could feel this happy. That life could be so perfect.”

“And to think, just six months ago, we met as enemies.” She smirks at me.

I shake my head and kiss that damn, sexy smirk off her mouth. “We were never enemies, Ashley. Just two pawns in a game who needed to learn how to take control.”

“Now we have.” She smiles into my kiss.

“Now we’re in charge. And life is only getting better from here.” With that, I roll sideways and pull her on top of me, both of my hands going to the flat plane of her belly, to smooth over it, my fingers exploring every inch of her. “Now, Ms. Marrón, mother of my future child…” The words alone set off a flare in my veins, a spark that threatens to engulf me. “How shall we celebrate your newfound status?”

She grins and wiggles against me, her hips digging into mine, making my cock begin to stiffen again. “I have a few ideas…”

“I do too,” I say, lifting a brow and smirking up at her. “This time, it’s my turn to lead.”

And as I roll over on top of her, the room whirling around us, her laughter filling my ears as we heat up the bedroom, I swear, I have never been happier. Because deep down, I know what this means. Ashley, her pregnancy, our future. This changes everything. Solidifies it. Makes it realer than before.

Today is the first day of our forever.

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