I QUIETLY WATCH HER.

She’s sleeping soundly in my bed.

I’m glad she’s looking comfortable in her new home. I would have wanted to take her back to Everland and spend more time with her there, but I have important matters to deal with here in New York City.

Mara likes to sleep on her side in a semi-fetal position. Her hair spills like silk on the pillow. She’s lying on the right side of the bed, her chosen place since we started sleeping together.

I find great comfort in the fact that she’s with me. Here in my place. Safe.

I had a series of meetings this afternoon that went into the night, and none of it involved work. All of it involved Mara.

I wonder how she was able to survive the past months.

I don’t even want to think of the possible scenarios had she not come to me for help. I’m just so glad that I was there when she needed me. Hers is not an ordinary case of expired tourist visa. She’s clearly pissed off a lot of powerful people and they’re after her here in the States. I don’t know who exactly they are yet, but Mara needs to be granted political asylum.

On the other hand, I don’t want her to continue hiding. I want her to have a life. A full life.

We both signed a contract, but the recent developments have completely changed the dynamic of our relationship. That contract is irrelevant to me now.

She could be carrying my child now. My son or daughter.

No one threatens the life of my child. Or the mother of my child for that matter.

If they try to harm Mara, I’m going to rain shitstorm on their lot, whoever they are, and they will never hear the end of it. I swear that on my grandfather’s name.

The whole afternoon I was besieged by a feeling alien to me.

Fear.

Fear unlike anything I’ve felt before.

It was mightily unsettling to fear for something that has nothing to do with my person, my business or my family, and yet it had everything to do with me, the man inside of me.

Her immigration to the US must be fast-tracked, so I called in old favors, paid the right people, called my friends from the highest places. I didn’t stop until I was assured of the result that I wanted.

All the while I couldn’t stop thinking about Mara, wishing I was with her instead of those people.

She moans and shifts on the bed. Her arm moves, reaching out to her left.

I smile. She’s looking for me in her sleep.

I start unbuttoning my shirt. I’ve missed her for hours and I want her again. Needless to say, I have become addicted to Mara. Being away from her even for an hour makes me antsy. Not good. I have to teach myself not to be like this. It would gravely affect my work ethic.

By the time I’ve kicked off my socks, I’m already hard, my cock thick, my balls heavy.

Shit, get a grip, fucker. She’s sleeping like a baby and she’s not some sex doll you can just flip on her back and screw.

I climb on the bed and crawl toward her sleeping form, crouching above her.

I dip my head to inhale the scent of her hair. She’s always smelling sweet and fresh. My nose hovers on her back, sniffing. I feel like a beast sizing up a meal.

Christ, my heart is slamming like a war drum with the force of my feelings. Feelings I can’t define. I want her so much. I’m so afraid something bad might happen to her if I’m not always by her side.

I kiss her shoulder gently.

She’s sleeping so peacefully, and I’m loath to wake her up just so she can satisfy my need. I’ve been rutting inside her three times a day for a week now and I still get hard at the mere whiff of her scent or the thought of her innocence. Innocence that I’ve freely claimed and plundered like a raving animal.

I sigh and carefully settle beside her, spooning her.

She moans softly and molds her back to my front in her sleep.

She’s so warm and soft and smells so good.

My cock is nestled between us, far from sleepy. I try to calm my libido. I close my eyes and start counting to a hundred.

I sigh. It’s not going work with her scent surrounding me and the thought that with a little maneuver, I can slip my cock inside her pussy.

I should just jack off. I’d hate to waste my seed on the sheets, but fuck, I won’t get a wink if I don’t unload this.

I scoot away from her to make room. I close my hand around my shaft and start pleasuring myself.

My erections with Mara are out of this world. I haven’t been this horny since…I don’t remember.

I lie beside her like a schoolboy, my face inches from her nape, inhaling her, watching her in the soft light like a voyeur. My hand moves faster. I can’t help myself from breathing hard and groaning. I bite my lower lip, not wanting to wake her up.

She moves closer to me.

I freeze. My hand and my cock is now trapped against her ass.

Sweet Jesus.

I feel like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but I don’t let go of my cock. I grip it harder.

She undulates against me, moaning softly, and I wonder if she’s awake now or just dreaming.

Her ass is rubbing against my cock and I’m leaking now.

I let go of my boner to hold her hips, but the temptation is too much. I zero in on her pussy, cupping her mound.

“Uhmmmnn…”

Her panties are soaked. Christ, is she awake? How can she be wet like this so fast? I hardly even touched her.

But she’s wet all right, and I can’t possibly resist this.

I position myself behind her, finding the right angle. I pull her panties to the side and nudge her slit. I groan at the hot contact. I slowly slide my cock head, finding her hole.

I gently push in.

She moans again, her hips arching out, giving me more access for the perfect angle of penetration.

I grind my teeth at the pleasure of being sheathed in her hot, wet tightness…going deeper until I’m all in.

I’m trying to control my breathing, but it’s going to make my heart explode. This is fucking out of this world, a smoking hot fantasy of my youth—waking up a sleeping goddess from slumber with my cock sliding inside her.

I start screwing her with slow but long strokes.

My balls are drawn tight, full of hot cum raring to unload.

Her moans become louder. She’s awake now all right, and loving it.

I hug her, my hand squeezing her breasts as I slip my leg between hers from behind so I can penetrate her deeper.

“Jeff…!”

“Yes, baby…take me…”

I can no longer control my thrusts. My hips move like a piston, ramming her hard and deep. She’s so hot…so fucking tight…so fucking delicious I can’t imagine not having this pussy for the rest of my life.

Scary thought, but I don’t care. Right now I want her to come with me. I want to feel her pussy gripping my cock like there’s no tomorrow as her orgasm overcomes her. I want to release my seed inside her while she’s coming around me.

My hand finds her clit again, and I rub her little nubbin as I screw her harder.

She’s mewing incoherently and I love the sounds she’s making. Wild and real, unpracticed and out of control.

“Jeff…Jeff…Je—!” She cries out loud, pushing her ass hard against my surging cock, her body going rigid.

I feel every shudder of her pussy walls as she comes.

I lose control. I take her like an animal in a rut, mashing her boobs as I hump her from behind, riding her orgasm, desperate for my own.

My eyes roll in their sockets and I bury my face in her neck, nipping her skin as the flood of my lust bursts out.

“Fuck, fuck, fffff—aahhhh!”

I blow my load inside her, ropes and ropes of it. On and on and on until I’m empty.

I collapse beside her, drained of all strength.

I’m a very strong man but that just killed me. In a fucking good way.

“Mara mia…” I murmur.

I feel her kiss my hand, then she laces our fingers together.

I can’t help the sigh of contentment that escapes my lips. Contentment is an alien feeling to me.

But here I am now. Floating in contentment.

Perfect. This is so fucking perfect.

Scary perfect.

One that could cost me my freedom.

But maybe I don’t care anymore.

She got me anyway.

Fuck, how she got me.

I feel him embrace me from behind.

I smile as he buries his face in the crook of my neck.

“Good morning,” I mumble as I arrange the flowers in the middle of the table.

“I want you to be beside me when I wake up in the morning, “ he murmurs in my neck. He’s already taken a shower. His aftershave is doing crazy stuff to my hormones.

“But I had to prepare breakfast with Nona. Look, it’s your favorite.”

“What about my favorite breakfast?”

He pushes his hips against my backside.

My body instantly reacts to the feel of him. Hard. Wanting me. Always wanting me.

“Eat your breakfast first and then we’ll see about dessert,” I reply lazily, feeling confident in my sexuality now. He makes me feel like I’m the sexiest woman on earth and I can’t ever doubt how much he means it. I resist the urge to reach behind me and take hold of his hardness. I love playing the seductress now.

“Now, we’re talking.”

He sits on the chair opposite me. The table between us is small and intimate and meant for two people only. We are at his favorite spot in the morning according to Nona, the sunroom. It’s tucked on one side of the garden overlooking the lap pool. It’s a beautiful day out there.

I pour him coffee while he opens the New York Times.

So, this is his daily routine. He takes his breakfast while reading the papers, then he leaves for work. He’d be gone all day. He comes back almost at midnight. Lather, rinse, repeat. These are according to Nona.

I should adjust to his ways.

He puts down the paper and drinks his coffee. He smiles. “Perfect.”

I smile back.

He starts eating while I watch him quietly, sipping from my own cup. I have questions I want to ask him but I hesitate.

“How did you find Sarah?”

I almost sigh in relief. “Now that you brought that up…”

“You don’t like her?”

“No, she’s fine. She’s nice. It’s just that…It’s just that I don’t need an assistant, Jeff. I can take care of myself. Really, it’s too much.”

He looks at me seriously. “You’ll be needing her in the coming days.”

“Why? I won’t be doing anything. I’d just be here waiting for you everyday until…” my voice trails off.

“I’ve decided that we should go out.”

“Go…out?”

“Yes, attend events together. I have a full calendar this month and the next months.”

“But…why?”

He smiles. “I don’t want you to get bored waiting for me here everyday.”

Why would he even care of I get bored? It’s part of the deal that I signed with him.

“Don’t you like it? It’s my excuse to date you.”

I feel even more confused now.

I shake my head. “Jeff…I don’t understand.”

“Mara, I’ve decided that I don’t want to hide this. You. Us. I want us to be a normal couple who are going to have a child together soon. I want you to be the mother of our child in the real sense.”

My heart must have jumped in my throat. Did I hear that right?

“Say something.”

“You mean…I’ll have visitation rights?”

“More than that, I want you to take care of our baby. We’ll do it together.”

My eyes water as overwhelming joy suffuses my entire being.

Miracle. A miracle is happening! I can’t believe it!

“Do…do you really mean it?” I manage to say. My throat has gone tight from my emotions.

“Absolutely.”

“But my visa…”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re with me. I’ll take care of you.”

I scramble from my chair and jump into his arms.

“Oh Jeff!” I cry in the crook of his neck, hugging him tight.

I don’t know what I did that caused this sudden change in his perspective, but I won’t turn away from it. I’ve been praying for this.

He shifts in his chair, hauling me onto his lap. My arms are still around his neck, clinging to him, still shocked. My tears escape from my closed lids.

My heart feels like bursting in happiness. I’ll be able to hold my son or daughter for as long as I want, after all. I’ll be able to take care of him, watch him grow. I will be in this angel’s life, and he will know me as his mother from the very start. It’s all that matters to me now. I can’t wait to tell Mama Zon about it. She must have been praying so hard for me.

“Thank you. Thank you, Jeff.” I bury my face in his neck, inhaling deeply to ease the tightness in my chest. His scent brings me so much comfort and security. I can’t believe this wonderful man chose me to be the mother of his child. I’d willingly give him all the children he wants.

He gently pulls me away so he can look at me. He wipes my tears with his fingers. “Happy?”

“Yes! So happy! Oh, Jeff!”

“You’ll let Sarah help you now?”

“Uhm…well…kind of…” I grin widely. “Okay!”

“Good. What about dessert now?”

I throw my head back and laugh out loud, hope in full bloom inside me.

I can almost taste freedom.

I touch his face and turn serious. “I certainly want my dessert now.”

My hand slides down to his neck…his chest…his firm stomach. I move my lower body to give access to my roaming hand.

Giving him a mischievous smile, I slide from his lap to kneel on the floor, between his legs.

“What about a big…banana with whipped cream?”

“Uh-huh…” he says, amused.

I frame his bulge with my palms. I unzip his pants and release his cock. I grip it at the base, making it stand between us.

“A giant banana,” I murmur, my pussy pulsing in anticipation of having his thickness stretch me and fuck me to orgasm. Soon.

His eyes become dark and dilated. “Yeah, baby. Needs a lot of cream.”

I smile at him, lick my lips, and go to town.