I let out a squeal when Oliver scoops me up and runs up the stairs of my apartment building to the threshold. “You’re going to have a heart attack,” I say.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been walking around half naked and you didn’t notice how buff I am?”

I chuckle as he gets to the door of my—our—apartment. “Oh I noticed. Why do you think I just married you?”

“I knew it.” The lock clicks open when I turn it from my precarious position in his arms, and he takes an exaggerated step over the threshold before he sets me down. “I believe the next tradition for newlyweds happens in the bedroom.”

“Thank god,” I say as I reach for the hem of his polo shirt to lift it over his head. “How is it you still have clothes on?”

“I was thinking the same about you,” he says as he starts to unbutton my shirt. The two of us undress each other quickly, but when we’re both standing nude we slow down. Oliver moans as he gazes at me. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Morgan.” He steps forward and places his hands on my hips as he leans down and kisses me gently.

His muscles flex under my hands as I slide them up his back and press my body against his. Oliver reaches behind my thighs to lift me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks to my bedroom. He lowers me to the bed, and the mattress sinks beneath the weight of us as his kisses travel to my neck. I weave my fingers through his soft hair and moan as he pinches my nipple and then licks it. Pleasure zings through me to melt my insides, and I arch up to him.

Oliver makes his way down my stomach, and I quiver when he moves between my legs. His breath tickles the tender skin of my inner thighs while he teases me with light kisses. “Oliver.” I let out a shaky breath when he finally laps at my clit and begins to work magic with his tongue. His grip is tight on my hips as I squirm beneath him, and ecstasy builds in me. It crashes over me with the intensity of a tidal wave, and I cry out.

Sweat is slick on my skin as he moves to lie next to me, and I let out a sigh as I recover. “You taste better than I imagined,” he says.

“You did that better than I imagined.” I grin as I get up on my hands and knees so I can give my husband the same pleasure. I tease him the way he did me, kissing along his thighs and groin without touching his thick cock until he begs me for more. His shaft is smooth under my tongue when I lick it, and I work slowly as I lap him. When Oliver is trembling I finally take him into my mouth, and I suck him while I stroke with a tight grip. He moans and speaks words of encouragement as his orgasm approaches, and a low, guttural sound comes from him with his sweet release.

When I move up his body, Oliver pulls me down on top of his chest and wraps his arms around me. “My beautiful wife, I love you so much.”

I trace my finger along the edge of his pectoral muscle and he shivers beneath me as I say, “I love you too.”

“Tell me about your idea for my energy powder in the coffee shop.”

I explain the research I did earlier today and my ideas for integrating our two businesses, and then I say, “This is completely up to you of course. I know it could be too much for us to work together.”

“Too much?” Oliver presses his groin against me and I notice he’s hard again. “Not for me. I love your ideas. I’m more concerned you’d feel as if I’m invading your space.”

I reach between us to hold his cock. “Invade away.” I chuckle as I guide him toward my entrance. “I can’t guarantee it will be perfect, but I don’t think it will be too much.”

He sinks deep into me. “No?”

I sigh. “Never. You’ve got my heart, Oliver, and I’m not sure I can get enough of you.”

He leans his forehead against mine as he begins to move, and he says, “I feel the same way.”

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A wooden rail creaks as I lean on it, and leaves rustle with a rushing sound that tells me rain is coming. I gaze out over the fields of plants that originated from the seeds Oliver brought to earth. I call them the ‘life force’ since I can’t pronounce the Eroscian name for them. I turn to the sound of the screen door opening. Oliver and I built a post-and-beam style house on a secluded plot of land that has plenty of acreage to keep us protected from curious eyes, as well as room to grow the crop. Oliver walks toward me with two glasses of lemonade, and he hands me one before he steps behind me to place his hand on the swell of my stomach. “How’s the little life force this afternoon?” he asks.

I place my hand over his. “Restless.”

When we introduced the energy drink to the general public it became an instant hit, and we needed to pull in help quickly. Since Ian and Oliver had worked closely together for years on Eroscia and have a shared interest in their coffee mug invention, he was a natural choice. Between the two of them, they manage the crop and the distribution of the energy powder. Our interesting blend of healthy and decadent products in the coffee shop started a new trend, and I quickly made Debbie more than a manager. She helps me run the franchise we created.

I ask my husband, “How’s Ian making out?” Ian flew to California to deal with distribution negotiations for placement of their energy powder in a nationwide gym chain. Since the baby is due any day now, Oliver insisted on staying home with me, and he keeps up on progress by phone.

I let out a small sound of surprise when the baby kicks, and my husband rubs my belly as he says, “Our baby wants out. I think he’s coming by the morning.”

“That would be nice. I’m anxious to get my body back.”

“Alien invasions are tough,” Oliver jokes.

I chuckle as I turn to gaze up at him. “They do have a way of getting inside your head and your heart.”

“That’s because once we find our match, we never want to leave.” He nuzzles my neck. “I love you, Morgan.”

“Good. Because I need you to hold my hand as my business partner, my husband, and the father of our children.” When Oliver arrived I thought he wanted to take over my life and make it his own, but I learned all he’s ever wanted was to be by my side as we live a life full of love together. I turn to face him and reach up to place my hands on his chest. He wraps his arms around me as my voice gets thick with my emotions. “I love you, Oliver and I promise I’ll never let go.”